It started with small things.
Not grand gestures Darian was not, she was learning, a grand gesture person. He was a detailed person. A consistent person. The kind of man who showed up in ways that were easy to miss if you weren't paying attention and impossible to ignore once you were.
The first Saturday after the dinner he arrived at Millennium Park at nine forty eight with two coffees and a specific brand of orange crackers that she had not mentioned and he had apparently researched independently.
Seren looked at the crackers. Then at him. Then at Nia with the expression of someone upgrading an assessment they had already made.
"He remembered," she said.
"He remembered," Nia agreed.
Seren took the crackers with the satisfaction of someone whose standards had been met and went direc
