Milos and Anna continued to look at each other. Then Anna was the first to break the stillness. She walked toward him, her steps slow but deliberate, her eyes never leaving his face.
It didn't take too long for the two to be in arm's reach of each other; they could feel the breath of one another as they continued to stare.
The noise in the bar did not exist between the two of them; it was as if, in their senses, only the person in front of them existed.
Anna was the first to look away. She exhaled slowly, as if only now remembering how to breathe, and the faintest crease formed between her brows. She awkwardly pulled her hair back from her ear.
"So..." As she spoke, she was trying to sound fine, but was a little shaky. "I see that you've come back."
"... Ah... Yeah... I, I just came back from that thing called a train that the leader made." Milos answered, his voice broke here and there as he spoke.
