~Oreva~
The smell of roasted bread, premium seared steak and fresh coffee hangs heavy in the air. The table is big enough for a small army, yet it’s just me and him. Sometimes, I wonder if he and Calyx ever communicate because I barely see them together.
Roshan sits at the far end with his attention on his laptop, his fingers moving skilfully across the keyboard as if whatever’s on that screen deserves more attention than breakfast... or me. His plate is still untouched. Mine isn’t.
I chew slowly, pretending not to notice that his gaze flicks up every few minutes. He’s wearing a black shirt now, sleeves rolled halfway up, collar loose. The robe’s gone, thank goodness. But the silence is worse. Too clean. Too sharp.
I catch myself studying him again. For someone the whole world whisper
