Ju’s fingers stilled on the writings she was penning on a new incantation she tried but needed to perfect. Her attention was now completely drawn to the warmth of Anthony’s gaze. He’d come to her so many times before with that same unreadable expression, but tonight there was something different about him. A vulnerability breaking through his steady demeanour.
“Are you really going to make me ask?” she teased, her voice softened by a curiosity she couldn’t hide. Something was bothering him and though they were not friends- not even colleagues that were close, she still asked because it seemed he wanted to spill his head out.
Anthony exhaled, leaning onto the table, so close she could see the faintest hint of a sort of sad smile, mixed with something deeper, something he didn’t let show
