Nevara
Dinner was good.
Quiet. Warm. A little too comfortable, like maybe it wasn’t just about food anymore. Like maybe we were sharing something else across that table—something soft and unspoken.
He didn’t rush me. Didn’t pry. Just let the silence exist without trying to fill it.
I could’ve walked away after that.
I should’ve walked away after that.
But then he said, “You want to watch a movie?”
The question landed like a pebble in still water.
I blinked at him. “A movie?”
He shrugged, casual but not quite indifferent. “Just a thought. I just wanted to spend a little bit more time with you.”
“I have training tomorrow,” I said automatically, pushing back from the table. “So I should probably head to bed.”
“You don’t.” His voice was even, almost amused. “Training was canceled fo
