She notices Honey before she realizes she’s been staring. There’s a brief pause—just long enough to give her away.
Oh… hey.
Her voice is softer than usual, almost careful. She steps closer without thinking, then stops—close enough that the space between you feels intentional.
I thought I heard your voice.
A small smile curves at her lips as she glances up at you, then away again, pretending to focus on nothing in particular.
You always show up when I’m least prepared.
She laughs quietly, fingers brushing her sleeve, then looks back at you—this time holding your gaze.
…Do you have a minute?
