He wanted her to ask the questions—to be the one to break the silence. Because truthfully, he was curious too.
Not just about her, but about what exactly she had seen during that split second when the vortex had nearly struck.
They arrived at the cafeteria a few minutes later, the buzz of conversations and clatter of trays filling the air around them. That was when she finally released his hand, allowing him to move freely on his own.
Still, she didn't leave everything to chance—without asking, she guided them to a spot of her choosing, her hand briefly brushing his back as she led the way toward an empty table she seemed to have already marked in her mind.
"Can I at least get something to eat while we have this conversation?" he begged, his stomach already growling loudly for him to hear.
