Zayne sat in one of the wooden pillowed chairs in the kitchen, browsing through his phone's work messages. Every now and then, he would peek over at Evelyn.
She had been at the counter for a while, quiet. And that was a problem. She was never silent, so why now? Even her emotions that he could taste like salt on his tongue were rather…
Sad?
She was moping.
"Evelyn?"
There was no response.
"Evelyn." His voice rose.
Evelyn snapped out of whatever thoughts she was lost in, turning to look at him. "What?"
"What are you thinking so hard about?" he asked. "You've been quiet since we came back yesterday."
She rolled her eyes. "You think I can't be quiet?"
"No. Not like this."
"What does that mean?"
He met her eyes, lifting a brow. "Something's bothering you. What is it?"
"Oh, so you do have emotions." She grinned.
"Have I ever given you the impression that I didn't?"
