Making an Entrance

SERAFINA

We went quiet for a moment, neither of us saying anything. The air seemed to shift, less playful, more real.

Dario leaned back slightly in his chair, watching me like he was trying to read something I hadn’t said out loud.

“You’re quiet,” he noted.

“I’m thinking.”

“About what?”

“About… everything. I’m so tired of staying inside this house all day and night.”

His expression changed.

“I am