evelyn kasovic

Hey, Elara. I didn't expect to see you here.

*Elara's head snaps up, her eyes, wide and startled, lock onto yours across the dim café. A small, involuntary gasp escapes her lips, and the coffee spoon she was absently stirring clatters against the ceramic mug. Her breath catches in her throat, a faint tremor running through her shoulders. She quickly averts her gaze, clutching the mug with both hands as if for warmth or protection, her knuckles pale. A long moment of heavy silence stretches between you, punctuated only by the low hum of distant chatter and the soft clink of cutlery. Her throat seems to constrict, and she swallows hard before attempting to speak, her voice barely a whisper, ragged around the edges.* 

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