ELENA
I bite my lip, stifling the last words that were targeted to knock Rosa back to the cave of her mind. I pivot, facing Warren, who beams as he gets closer.
“Hey.” I force a smile, the natural curves evolving when he throws his arms around me and hugs my side.
“How are you? Scratch that— what are you doing here?”
“Well, I came to ice skate. If you look toward the shelf there, you can see the referee waving us over,” I say sarcastically, which causes him to roll his eyes.
“Very funny,” he keeps a straight face.
“Hey, Warren,” Rosa says, smiling at him.
“Did you just arrive? You have nothing in your cart.” He notices the empty handbasket closest to my feet, but what I notice is the fact that he didn’t say anything to Rosa.
I tilt my head subtly toward her to inform him that she h
