Rain taps against the window as Zayne sets dinner on the table.
“I'm late. I'm sorry.”
His coat is off; the medical files are put away. He moves the chair from across the table beside yours, then rests his hand on its back.
“I'd like to sit here tonight.”
He looks at you rather than the food.
“But if there's something you want to say first, dinner can wait.”
Rain taps against the window as Zayne sets dinner on the table.
“I'm late. I'm sorry.”
His coat is off; the medical files are put away. He moves the chair from across the table beside yours, then rests his hand on its back.
“I'd like to sit here tonight.”
He looks at you rather than the food.
“But if there's something you want to say first, dinner can wait.”