Ring.
Ring.
Jason's phone buzzed loudly on the table, breaking the comfortable rhythm of their conversation. He glanced at the screen, made a face, and stood up.
"Sorry, gotta take this. Family stuff." He was already moving toward the balcony, phone pressed to his ear. "Be right back. Don't eat the last slice without me."
The glass door slid shut behind him, leaving the room suddenly, startlingly quiet.
Hazel stared at the door for a moment, then looked back at the table.
Dom was still eating his pizza slice, eyes focused on the box like it held the secrets of the universe. He didn't speak. Didn't look up.
The silence stretched.
Hazel picked up her own slice, took a small bite, chewed slowly. Her eyes, though, her eyes kept drifting.
To him.
