~Katherine's POV
I tried to focus on my food after that, but it was almost impossible because I could feel the shift coming, like the air around us had changed without making a sound. My hands moved slowly, picking at what was on my plate, but my mind kept drifting back to him. Every glance, every small movement he made seemed amplified, and I found myself catching the way his eyes lingered on me just a second too long, the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, not quite still, betraying a little tension I knew he was trying to hide.
