Elodie’s POV
I watch as something shifts across his face, not disappointment, I realise, but something closer to relief.
'Thank God,' he says, exhaling properly, shoulders dropping visibly. 'I thought I was going to have to be the one to say it.'
I blink, caught off guard. 'You feel the same way?'
'Completely.' He laughs, something easy and genuine breaking through now that the tension's properly dissolved. 'You're wonderful, Elodie. Genuinely. But I don't think either of us has been sitting here feeling any particular spark, have we?'
'No,' I admit, laughing too, something considerably lighter settling between us now that the honesty's out in the open. 'I think you're going to make a really good friend, actually.'
'I'll take that,' he says, raising his glass slightly toward me. 'To
