"Here we go! Two Knock Out burgers and three—count 'em, three—baskets of the house special cheese fries," Betty announced, her voice booming as she started unloading the tray. She set down the drinks next: a thick chocolate shake and a bubbling Sprite for Adam, and a crisp Cherry Coke for me.
Adam didn't jump back. He didn't even flinch. He just slowly shifted his weight, easing back into the booth. He let his hand linger on mine for a heartbeat longer than necessary before finally letting go to make room for the food, his gaze never once leaving my face.
There was a profound, quiet patience in his expression—the look of a man who had already waited years and was perfectly willing to wait a few more minutes while the world moved around us. He wasn't rushing me; he was just... waiting for
