But after a long time, I looked over to see that she had drifted closer to me. Her eyes were still down on the street, which on a weekday was mostly empty, and she was still silent. But she was close enough now that I could touch her if I wanted. Close enough that I could see the goosebumps on her arms. I had the strangest urge to run my fingertips over them. To smooth my palm over her skin and warm her up again.
And then the doorbell rang.
Kofi.
I went down and got the food, thanked him, and then brought the soup up to the kitchen to serve it. Delphine moved of her own volition for the first time that night, coming over to the kitchen island, her cute nose twitching as she took in the peppery aroma of the soup.
“What’s this?” she asked, peering down at the bowl I put in front of
