Rhea’s pov
I walked back to the table with a smile already in place.
Perfect. Easy. Practiced.
My hands were steady. My shoulders relaxed. No one would ever guess what they had just done, what I had just done, what still hummed under my skin like a secret song.
I turned the corner. My eye caught the table and there was no Marcus or Elliot either.
They had probably stepped out too. I let out a long breathe. At least this was going to make walking easier.
I reached the table.
Elliot’s empty chair made my heart feel heavier. The realization of what I just did pressing down on me.
For half a second, my movements slowed.
I glanced at the seat, then around the table, keeping my face calm. Plates were still there. Glasses half-full. Nothing looked disturbed. Like no time had passed at al
