(RAFFAELE'S POV)
At some point, the laughter and the banter die down.
After that, the room falls into this comfortable, light-hearted silence as we eat.
My ice cream has melted just enough for me to scoop it without Krystal's help. As I take another spoonful, that's when I start to notice something.
It's subtle and easy to miss if I wasn't paying attention.
Every now and then, Angelo glances at Krystal. And she glances back.
Sometimes it's just a look.
Other times, it's the smallest shake of her head… or the faintest curve of a smile that doesn't quite reach her lips.
It's as if they're sharing something.
Not a full conversation but just… an understanding.
Something quiet.
Something I'm not part of.
My eyes move between them again, catching it one more time.
Yeah I'm definitely not imagining it.
I clear my throat. "Something's different between the two of you."
