Quiet Surrender

Zara

I looked at him, he was now looking at the television, not at me, which meant I could look at him for a second without him noticing. His profile in the low light was unfairly handsome and I looked back at the screen.

We stayed like that for a while, mostly quiet, the wine going down slowly. He stood at some point and said he would be back, and I nodded without looking up, and he walked toward