ELIANA
THREE DAYS LATER
It's quiet inside the kitchen as everyone is focused on his/her plate. I scoop a spoonful of the scrambled egg and sip on my coffee. From across the island table, I can feel his eyes lingering on me.
Slowly, I raise my head from the plate to look in his direction and we lock eyes. He's casually leaning on the kitchen counter, holding a a mug of steaming coffee in his hands while he sips on it, taking his sweet time.
I want him to say something. Just anything. However, he doesn't say even a single word. His sharp blue eyes don't give away anything and it's hard to tell what 's going on in his mind.
It has already been three damn days since I shared my idea with him. However, he hasn't said anything. He hasn't responded to me, to tell me if he's in or not. He's
