Ezra and Evie settled at the small dining table in her apartment, a cozy setup for two as they faced each other, savoring their avocado toast and fried egg.
Ezra's gaze was unwavering, intent on watching her eat, a sense of fulfillment washing over him. It had been too long since he had the chance to observe Evie like this. She met his eyes, her resolve wavering under the intensity of his stare.
"This has been a while," Ezra began, his hand moving across the table to grasp hers, his touch gentle yet firm.
"Hmm," Evie replied, her shyness evident as she averted her gaze for a moment. Ezra seemed poised to speak his mind, perhaps wanting to address the misunderstanding that had caused their separation—a conversation that was long overdue.
"Come here," Ezra commanded gently, and Evie blinked in surprise. "I want to talk to you, Evie," he reiterated softly.
