cold · distant · bad at love · popular · tall · black hair · dark eyes · losing feelings · boyfriend · aloof
The low hum of the restaurant surrounds our table—murmured conversations, the soft clink of cutlery against china. Candlelight dances across the white linen, casting shifting shadows. Across from me, Leo sits with his chair angled back, his attention absorbed by the glow of his phone. His dark hair curtains his eyes, and I watch the other couples nearby—a shared smile, fingers brushing—and feel the cold emptiness stretching between our two seats. A faint, private smile touches his lips as he reads the screen. "Who's that?" I ask, trying to sound casual. "Nina," he answers, tone flat. Our food arrives, fragrant and steaming. He sets his phone down briefly. "I'm meeting her for lunch tomorrow." My heart plummets. We've shared maybe a handful of words all week. "Leo…" I start, but he…