Clara
The lunch continues... But something has changed. I feel good with him, there are no discomforts. It is... deeper, it feels more real.
I continue to eat, but every now and then I look up and observe him. Ethan is quieter than usual. Not in that cold silence that I sometimes used in the past... but in a calmer one, as if he were feeling something that he does not know very well how to put into words.
And I think I know why. Because I feel it too.
No matter how much he said that the food was fine, he was not satisfied, his face was... It was different from what his answer showed.
"Is it very salty? Is that it?" I asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
He looks up at me immediately.
"No," he replies. "It's perfect, really."
I nod, but I smile a little.
"You always say that."
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