Something had changed between Elias and me.
Not in the loud, dramatic way people wrote about in movies where everything suddenly became brighter and music swelled in the background. It was quieter than that. Softer. Like stepping into warm sunlight after weeks of rain and only realizing then how cold you'd been before.
And somehow… it terrified me less than I thought it would.
I noticed it the second I walked into school Monday morning.
Usually, the hallways felt like obstacle courses. Eyes following me. Whispers crawling behind my back like static. But today, when I pushed open the front doors and adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder, I spotted Elias leaning against the lockers near the west corridor.
And he smiled at me.
Not the practiced smile he gave teachers or teammates.
A real one.
The kind that reached his eyes.
"Morning, Hawthorne."
I slowed slightly, trying very hard not to notice how unfairly good he looked in the early morning light pouring through the windows.
"Morning," I replied.
He fell into step beside me naturally, like we'd been doing this forever.
No tension.
No awkward silence.
No invisible wall sitting between us.
Marcus, who stood near Elias's locker, looked between us dramatically before clutching his chest. "Look at this," he muttered. "Peace in our time."
I rolled my eyes.
Elias snorted beside me. "Ignore him."
"Can't," I said lightly. "He's kind of loud."
Marcus pointed at me accusingly. "See? She jokes now. Elias, what did you do to her?"
"For your information," I replied before Elias could answer, "I've always been funny."
Marcus blinked. "That was terrifyingly confident."
A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.
And for a second, all three of us paused.
Because it was strange.
Not the laugh itself.
But how easy it felt.
Elias glanced at me then, and something in his expression softened in a way that made my chest tighten unexpectedly.
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The rest of the school day passed in pieces of quiet comfort.
In history class, Elias kept nudging my foot under the desk whenever Noah answered a question with way too much enthusiasm.
During lunch, Maya nearly choked on her drink because Elias stole fries off my tray without asking.
"You let him do that?" she asked, scandalized.
I blinked. "I was unaware I needed legal representation for french fries."
Elias looked deeply offended. "Wow. After everything we've been through."
"You took four."
"Five," he corrected.
"You counted?" Maya whispered dramatically.
I ignored her.
Mostly because Elias was grinning again.
And somehow, I was too.
By the end of the day, I realized something dangerous.
Being around him was becoming easy.
Too easy.
The bell rang, releasing students into noisy hallways, but while everyone else rushed toward freedom, I headed toward the café.
The familiar scent of coffee beans and vanilla wrapped around me the second I stepped inside Oha Café. It grounded me instantly.
This place made sense.
Unlike people.
Mrs. Reed gave me a small nod from behind the counter. "You're early."
"Slow hallway traffic miracle," I replied.
"Must be supernatural."
I smiled faintly before tying my apron around my waist.
The evening crowd came in waves.
Couples.
Students.
People too tired to cook.
By the time the clock neared closing hours, my feet ached and my shoulders felt heavy.
I was wiping down the counter when the bell above the café door chimed softly.
I looked up instinctively.
And there he was.
Elias.
My heartbeat stumbled traitorously.
He walked in wearing a dark hoodie, hands tucked into the pockets like he belonged there.
Like he belonged in my space.
"You know we're closing, right?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Then why are you here?"
His mouth tilted slightly. "Thought you might need help."
The answer came so simply that it caught me off guard.
Mrs. Reed glanced between us from the espresso machine, looking far too amused for my liking.
"I suddenly remembered," she announced casually, removing her gloves, "that I have paperwork in the back."
Traitor.
Elias waited until she disappeared before leaning against the counter.
"So," he said, "where do I start?"
I stared at him.
"You're serious?"
"Deeply."
"You don't even know how to close a café."
"That sounds judgmental."
"It's accurate."
He grinned.
And annoyingly enough, I found myself fighting back a smile again.
An hour later, we were stacking chairs together while soft music played through the café speakers.
It felt… strangely domestic.
Comfortable.
Like we'd slipped into a routine we hadn't earned yet.
"You missed a spot," I told him as he wiped one of the tables.
"I'm literally an athlete."
"And?"
"That should count for something."
"It doesn't."
"Cruel."
I laughed quietly, carrying the cleaning supplies back behind the counter.
When we finally stepped outside, the night air greeted us cool and soft.
The streets were calmer now.
Golden streetlights stretched across the sidewalks like pools of melted honey.
Elias walked beside me with his hands in his pockets while I held my bag close against my side.
"You do this every night?" he asked.
"Pretty much."
"Doesn't your aunt worry?"
"She tries not to hover."
"She fails?"
"Spectacularly."
He laughed softly.
The sound settled warmly in my chest.
For a while, we just walked.
Talking about random things.
Music.
Teachers we disliked.
How Maya somehow knew everybody's business before it even happened.
At some point, I realized I was telling him things without carefully filtering every word first.
That alone felt dangerous.
When we reached my aunt's house, I slowed near the gate.
The porch light glowed warmly against the dark.
Home.
Safe.
Elias stopped beside me, looking up at the house before glancing back at me.
Then, almost casually, he said, "There's this new recreational place opening this weekend."
I blinked. "Recreational place?"
"Yeah. Waterpark, arcade, skating rink. Basically every bad financial decision combined into one building."
A small laugh escaped me.
"I was thinking…" He rubbed the back of his neck slightly. "Maybe you could come with us."
Us.
Not just him.
Not too forward.
Not too distant either.
Careful.
Elias was being careful with me.
The realization hit harder than it should have.
"You're inviting me?" I asked quietly.
"Well," he said, lips twitching slightly, "Marcus said if I didn't ask you, he would."
"That sounds threatening."
"It was."
I looked down briefly, trying to ignore the warmth slowly spreading through my chest.
Then I looked back at him.
"…Maybe."
Elias smiled then.
Not victorious.
Not smug.
Just genuinely happy.
And somehow, that felt far more dangerous than if he'd been flirting outright.
"Maybe," he repeated.
I nodded once.
"Goodnight, Elias."
"Goodnight, Wren."
As I stepped through the gate and toward the front door, I could still feel his eyes on me.
And for the first time in a long time…
I didn't mind at all.