Nevara
The scent of herbs and roasting vegetables hung in the air as I put a jacket on over my hoodie and stepped into my boots. Tobias stood at the stove, humming again, stirring something that smelled like rosemary and garlic.
“I think I’m going to take a walk,” I said casually, brushing my hair back into a loose knot.
His spoon stilled mid-stir.
“I’ll go with you,” he said, already reaching for the dish towel on his shoulder.
I waved a hand lightly. “It’s okay. You don’t have to stop what you’re doing on my account. I just want some fresh air.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve been meaning to get outside too. Cabin fever’s no joke.”
I didn’t argue. Just nodded, like that was perfectly reasonable.
Maybe it was.
Maybe I was just overthinking again.
The weather had
