Natalie choked for a second, wanting to curse him for being a lunatic.
Ethan noticed her expression—like she’d just swallowed a fly—and even he realized that what he’d said was over the top. But he was annoyed, and if he was going to be uncomfortable, she might as well be too.
Natalie, still caught off guard by his words, didn’t even bother responding. She walked ahead by herself. Ethan followed at an easy pace, the pink mask still on his face.
Natalie stared at the ground, at the shadows stretched long by the streetlights—two figures side by side, sometimes overlapping, their arms appearing to entwine in silhouette, like lovers locked in a gentle embrace.
In reality, they had just snapped at each other.
She was a little lost in thought, and by the time the shadows stood side by side
