We started walking toward the media section.
That’s when it happened.
Not dramatic.
Not loud.
Just shift.
Mason stopped talking mid-sentence.
Not fully turning.
Just pausing.
Like something in his focus snapped toward me again without permission.
I didn’t look back.
I did anyway.
Just slightly.
Enough.
Our eyes met.
For half a second too long.
Then he looked away first.
But slower this time.
That was worse.
Jace noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
He leaned into Mason as they walked. “You’re doing it again.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You are absolutely doing something.”
Mason didn’t answer.
That silence said more than anything.
Jace grinned. “Caleb’s not subtle, by the way.”
Mason’s jaw tightened slightly.
Not visible to anyone else.
But I’d started noticing small things like that now.
I hated that I did.
