"We have been looking for you," Evan said. He looked at the fresh hot chocolate buns and bought two, one for him and one for Dominick.
"Here, for you," Evan said.
Jeniva finally managed to swallow the last of her bun, her hand fluttering to her chest as she tried to calm her racing heart.
"Mm... It's delicious," Evan remarked, giving the stall owner a cheerful thumbs up. Dominick took the bun but didn't eat it immediately; his gaze remained locked on Jeniva, searching for the reason behind her sudden flight. She couldn't meet his eyes for long and turned away, vigorously wiping her mouth with a handkerchief.
"Let's go ahead! I saw a wonderful restaurant down this alley," Evan suggested, oblivious to the silent standoff. "They have the best liquor and dinner meals in the city."
"I'm full," Jeniva blurted out. The thought of sitting across from Dominick in a cramped, candlelit booth was more than her nerves could handle.
