Adrian POV
I see them outside the diner on a Thursday evening, and my feet stop moving before my brain catches up.
Tyler is standing close to her on the sidewalk, closer than the space between two people who are just talking, and his hand is on her waist in that specific way that isn't accidental. Not a brush. Not a casual graze. Deliberate. Settled. Like he's been working toward that placement for a while and finally got there.
Jules hasn't pulled away.
She's got her diner apron bunched in one hand and she's looking up at him with an expression I can't fully read from half a block away, and something in my chest does something violent and immediate that I have absolutely no right to feel.
I know I have no right. I know it the way I know my own name. I ended it. I stood in that equipm
