It did.
I crossed my arms. “Busy day?”
“Yeah.”
Pause.
Longer than usual.
Then, quieter:
“You always this quiet when you’re annoyed?”
I blinked once. “I’m not annoyed.”
A faint shift in his mouth.
Not a smile.
Almost.
“You are,” he said anyway.
I should’ve argued.
Instead I said, “You ignored me.”
That landed differently than I intended.
I saw it in his expression immediately.
Small flicker.
Gone fast.
“I didn’t,” he said.
“You didn’t look at me once.”
“I was focused.”
“On what?”
Another pause.
This one longer.
Then:
“Not you.”
That should’ve been fine.
It wasn’t.
Silence stretched between us.
Crowd noise faded again into background.
