"You didn't have to come down," Nia said.
Darian was standing outside her building when she came out. Not pacing just standing with his hands in his coat pockets and his eyes on the street and the specific stillness of someone who had been waiting long enough to get comfortable with it.
He looked at her. "You said twenty minutes."
"I meant you could come up in twenty minutes."
"I know what you meant." He looked back at the street. "I needed the air."
She studied him for a moment in the way she had been trying not to study him for the past two weeks the way his jaw was set, the particular quality of tension in his shoulders that she recognized from the marriage as the physical signature of something he was working very hard to carry quietly.
"There's a place two blocks down," she said
