The last rays of sun stretch across the garden when a voice cuts through the moment. There he goes—someone with his blonde hair as bright as the sun.
"Am I interrupting something beautifully tragic?"
I glance up, startled, to find Felix strolling toward us like he owns the air around him. His leather jacket is slung over one shoulder, and his grin is as easy as ever. His arrival feels like a gust of wind that shakes the still water.
Elliot's entire posture shifts—subtle but undeniable. The relaxed slope of his shoulders straightens, and his jaw ticks just slightly.
"Felix," I say, half-sighing and half-smiling, unsure which emotion to commit to.
"Hey, Stray Cat," he says, eyes lighting up at the sight of me. Then, noticing Elliot, his tone shifts a notch—just enough to make it sharp. "And ... you are?"
"Elliot," Elliot says coolly, "we know each other."
"Ah, right," Felix says, drawing the word out like he's tasting it. "The ex from the supermarket."
