Looked up slightly.
He was standing behind me.
Not blocking.
Not touching.
Just there.
“Got it,” I said, holding it up slightly.
He didn’t respond immediately.
That pause again.
Then:
“Yeah.”
That was it.
But he didn’t move away.
That was the problem.
So neither did I.
For a second too long.
I realised I was still kneeling beside his bag.
He was still standing behind me.
And the room suddenly felt like it had no edges.
Mason
She was too close.
Not in a dramatic way.
Just proximity that didn’t feel accidental anymore.
She stood up slowly.
Turned slightly.
And for a moment—
we were facing each other in a space that wasn’t big enough for that.
She handed me the charger.
Our fingers didn’t fully touch.
Almost did.
Didn’t.
