He didn’t know whether Daffodil would find him again later as he’d asked, but he could only hope. Miss Potts had left them now, at any rate, and the disappointment was, like falling sand, settling steadily in his chest.
As he adjusted to the shift in feeling, the upset of his imagined evening, the space where she’d been standing, Elias glanced back at Irene with a slight frown. He couldn’t be annoyed with her, however hard he tried – but her last remark, he realised now, was quite baffling. The weather? Had that made any sense at all?
“Is everything alright?” he said curiously, brow furrowed at the look on her face and her flushed state. Perfect weather, really, but perhaps she was a little too warm? Or – “We don’t have to go see your paintings, if you don’t want to?” With Daffodil gone, it was just the two of them, though, so he couldn’t see why Irene would feel any trepidation about that.
As he adjusted to the shift in feeling, the upset of his imagined evening, the space where she’d been standing, Elias glanced back at Irene with a slight frown. He couldn’t be annoyed with her, however hard he tried – but her last remark, he realised now, was quite baffling. The weather? Had that made any sense at all?
“Is everything alright?” he said curiously, brow furrowed at the look on her face and her flushed state. Perfect weather, really, but perhaps she was a little too warm? Or – “We don’t have to go see your paintings, if you don’t want to?” With Daffodil gone, it was just the two of them, though, so he couldn’t see why Irene would feel any trepidation about that.
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