Clara
A week passed.
Seven whole days.
And Reig Miller actually listened.
No random appearances at Sara’s café.
No sudden encounters outside my apartment.
No teasing.
No warm smiles that made my chest feel annoyingly tight.
Nothing.
Which was good.
Exactly what I wanted.
So why did everything suddenly feel so…quiet?
I sat near the window of Sara’s café absentmindedly stirring my coffee while staring outside. The place looked exactly the same.
Warm lights. Soft music. The smell of freshly baked bread drifting through the air.
Nothing changed.
And yet somehow
It felt emptier.
I frowned at my drink.
Ridiculous.
I was being ridiculous.
“You look miserable.”
I glanced up to see Sara placing a slice of cheesecake in front of me.
“I didn’t order this.”
“You look like you ne
