His eyes met mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to quiet around us. He looked like he was searching for something, some way to bridge the gap between us. But I still wasnt meeting him halfway.
Izzy was quiet, his eyes searching mine like he wanted to say something serious, something important. But then, just as the tension between us was starting to build, his phone buzzed on the bar, the screen lighting up with a call.
He glanced at it, frowned, and then turned the screen face down. “Sorry,” he muttered.
I didn’t ask, but the way his jaw tightened told me something was bothering him.
“Look,” he said after a moment, turning around and leaning back against the bar, “I can tell you’ve got a lot going on. And honestly, so do I. I don’t know what you’re dealing with, and I’m not goin
