Despite being conscious of how much closer they were as of late, Leslie tried not to put any mind to it. She told herself Calix was simply being more thoughtful to her because she was his wife.
But...
The more Leslie tried to ignore them, the glaring the subtlety in Calix's actions.
She knew he was always an approachable and courteous man yet, her eyes gradually detected the tiny—different—signs in his behavior whenever the matter involved her.
The little and fleeting brushes of his fingertips on her hands.
The hints of affection in his voice as he talked to her.
The different light in his eyes as they brightened at the sight of her.
At times, he seemed to be as composed as usual while in another, seeing him reminded her of a shy high school boy.
'Calix likes me. He does.'
At first, Leslie excused herself by thinking this was bound to happen. After all, Calix and Charlene would fall in love later in the story, but...
