Annabelle finished breakfast with Derek, the warmth of the morning still lingering in the air. She glanced at him as he sipped his coffee, his unseeing eyes calm and steady. She loved how he always seemed to know when she was looking at him, even though he couldn’t see her. It was like he could feel her presence, her energy. She smiled to herself, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I should get ready for school,” she said, standing up and clearing her plate. Derek nodded, his fingers tracing the edge of his cup.
“Don’t forget to take your jacket,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “It’s going to rain later.”
Annabelle paused, looking at him. “How do you know?”
He smirked slightly. “I can smell it in the air. And the news said so earlier.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “You an
