ELIANA
THE WEEKEND
It's quiet inside the dining room, the only sound that can be heard is the faint echoes of the cutlery meeting the plate and…my heart thumping unevenly against my ribcage.
The day that I have been anticipating for all kinds of reasons is finally here.
I can feel eyes lingering on my face for a minute way too long, hard to ignore. Slowly, I raise my head from the plate of steak and look into that one direction, my breath catching in my throat when I meet those blue eyes. I thought maybe, just maybe I was being paranoid.
He's leaning casually on the chair while sipping on the glass of apple juice nonchalantly. It's hard to tell what is really going on in his head because his face doesn't give that much information.
However, one thing is for sure. Even though he's
