Ethan
The night ends up falling without me noticing. Or maybe it is... But I don't want to interrupt what's going on between us.
Clara is in front of me, with a glass of wine in her hand, sitting on the sofa as if that space were not foreign to her... but not completely her own. And I... I do not stop observing her.
Not obviously, but enough. Because every gesture of her matters to me.
Every pause, every silence, every little sign.
"... and then I realized that I had signed the wrong document," she says, shyly smiling.
I let out a low laugh.
"That sounds very much like you."
She looks at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?"
I smile barely.
"Confident... until something doesn't go as you expected."
She denies, but doesn't bother.
"I'm not like that."
"A little"
There is a sm
