Ethan
Alexander's voice is serene; he doesn't sound jealous, he doesn't sound upset, he doesn't sound anything more than timely. But it appears just when the word "future" is still hanging among us.
Clara barely turns. Not me.
I look straight at him... He holds my gaze without aggressiveness, but without giving up space.
Controlled, always controlled.
"Sure," she replies after a second.
That second weighs on me.
Because I don't know what she was going to say, because I don't know if she was going to stay. Because I don't know if she was giving me a chance... or closing it.
"I'll look for you later," Alexander adds, but he doesn't talk to me.
He speaks to her.
As if what we have pending is simply a logistical conversation. As if I didn't just say that I care.
Clara looks at me ag
