Rain drizzled like static on the awning.
Andrew still hadn't moved.
I stepped forward slowly. “How long have you known?"
His eyes met mine. “Long enough to suspect. Not long enough to prove."
“You could've warned me."
“I could've," he said, voice low. “But you hate being rescued."
“You let me humiliate myself," I snapped.
“No," he said. “I let you handle it. And you did."
I opened my mouth to fire back—but nothing came out.
Instead, I stepped under his umbrella. The silence between us wasn't sharp now. It was… tentative. Threaded with breath and steam and everything unsaid.
We walked without talking. Side by side. A wet city blurring around us. Each step echoed like unfinished questions.
“You really weren't jealous?" I asked finally.
He huffed a quiet laugh. “I was a lot of thi
