Derek did not turn around. But his posture shifted the way it always did when he registered her presence, a small, almost imperceptible adjustment, the awareness of another person entering his space.
Kira kept her face arranged, moved to the fridge and opened it to find something to take with her, telling herself she was unbothered.
"You've been skipping breakfast," he suddenly said, not turning to look at her.
She turned her head. He had turned from the stove, and their eyes met across the kitchen, and her traitorous, entirely unreasonable heart did the thing it had been doing since the night of the dance. She looked away quickly, reaching further into the fridge for something her hands hadn't actually found yet, hoping the cool air from the open door explained any colour in her face.
"I eat when I'm hungry," she said.
