Natalia’s POV
“You’re worried about me?” I blurted out, nearly laughing at the incredulity of it. “Your face looks like—”
I cut myself off before I could finish, and flushed.
Isaac smiled. “I’ve had worse. Really, I’m fine. It’s you I’ve been worried about.”
I blinked at Isaac. I hardly knew this guy enough to recognize him on the street, let alone enough for him to worry about me. But I supposed it was an atypical situation. The last he’d seen me, my husband had been beating him nearly senseless.
“Yeah, I’m…” I trailed off, then cleared my throat. “I’m okay. Thank you for asking.”
Isaac gestured to the buildings around us. “Why don’t we grab a coffee or something?”
“A… coffee.”
He nodded, and smiled, making the wounds on his face crinkle slightly. “If you’re interested, of course.
