"Are you going?" Irwin asked, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the room.
Eisley paused, spoon hovering mid-air, her gaze meeting Irwin's across the table. The room was bathed in the warm glow of sunset, light dancing off the silverware.
"Going where?" she replied, curiosity piqued. Irwin leaned back, toying with his wine glass, eyes fixed on her.
"To Magnus's mother's birthday," he said, watching her closely. Eisley shrugged, a playful smirk on her lips.
"Maybe," she teased.
Irwin sighed, a sound heavy with unspoken words.
"Eisley," he said, his tone firm. She recognized that voice—it meant the conversation was far from over. She set her spoon down.
"I need to go, Irwin. Magnus hasn't told his mom we split, and I want to," she explained. Irwin's eyes were sharp, scanning her face. His brows knitted together.
"And if I don't want you to go?" he challenged. Their eyes locked, silence stretching between them.
