Archie
We were having dinner at a small Italian restaurant a few blocks from her apartment, the kind of quiet, unassuming place where nobody paid much attention to who I was, which had quickly become one of my favorite things about spending time with Fiona. She'd changed after work, her hair still slightly damp from a shower, and as she reached across the table for the bread basket, I caught a glimpse of something small and familiar glinting at her collarbone.
A teardrop pendant, delicate, understated. Exactly the same design as the necklace I'd given Thea weeks earlier.
She noticed my gaze and immediately reached up, tucking the pendant self consciously beneath the collar of her shirt.
"Sorry," she said, a slight flush rising in her cheeks. "I don't usually wear it out. I don't know w
