Naomi stilled, taken aback by his words. He didn't mean that… right? The words hung in the air, unsettling her as her mind raced to process their weight.
She stared at him, her breath hitching. She couldn't help but wonder—why had he said that? The seriousness in his voice earlier had made her heart race with both surprise and a flicker of curiosity. It felt like he was revealing something more than what was on the surface, but she couldn't figure it out yet.
Their gazes locked, and the room fell into an unnerving silence. She wanted to speak, to ask him what he meant, but the words wouldn't come. The moment seemed too fragile, too delicate for anything as trivial as a question.
Finally, she swallowed the lump in her throat and whispered, "Good morning." The words felt weak and insignificant, but at least they broke the silence. She needed to break it. Anything to fill the space between them.
