We sit in the park for a while, doing nothing.
And somehow, it feels like everything.
Quiet settling between us like a blanket.
I lean back against the bench, eyes slipping shut. The night is cold, but gentle. The air brushes my face, quiet and clean. Deniz sits beside me. I don't need to look to know—he's staring again.
A smile curls on my lips.
Without opening my eyes, I murmur,
"Deniz… are you admiring me?"
There's a sharp inhale beside me.
I feel it—the way he startles.
When I open my eyes, he's already looking away, ears red, voice rushing out too fast.
"I-I'm not."
I chuckle softly. "Just kidding."
I straighten a little. His cheeks turn even redder. Cute. Dangerously cute.
He checks his watch like it can save him.
"It's late," he says. "You should go. It's getting colder."
He lifts my coat from his shoulders and drapes it back around me, careful, gentle, like I might disappear if he's rough.
