ARIA
“Hi, Savon. What are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you.”
I stood at the gate. My fingers still curled around the handle, and my heart skipped in a way I could not immediately explain. I wasn't expecting him, and seeing him meant just one thing. He was here for his answer.
“Yeah, I know,” he replied, shifting slightly on his feet. “I hope this is not a bad time.”
“No. Not at all,” I said quickly. “I almost missed your call, though. I’m glad I didn’t.”
“I’m glad too,” he said with a small smile.
I returned the smile, but even as I did, something felt off. His smile did not quite reach his eyes, and there was a heaviness about him that made the air between us uncomfortable.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched, thick and awkward, as though both of us
