Whispers Behind the Smile
"Yes, I'm quite skilled. I was only working as a security guard temporarily to find a place to settle," Evan said with a charming smile.
A quiet comfort lived in his voice - simple, smooth, fitting words together like old friends meeting by chance. Standing still, yet somehow moving the air around him, arms unhurried, weight balanced on both feet. Tension was missing, erased before it could even arrive. Perhaps most telling, suspicion had no place near that face.
Yet things had actually been planned out more carefully.
A quiet look settled in his gaze, soft yet focused, watching her without rush. Though still, it carried weight - not force, but clarity, like light through glass. She noticed, not because he intruded, instead because something shifted, just slightly, in how she stood. Known, somehow. Held, even if only for a breath.
