Elijah’s eyes roamed the diner once, casually, but lingered when they met mine. Damn. A flicker of recognition? No, just curiosity. I could work with that. He approached. Why is he approaching me? He stopped right in front of my table, casting a shadow over the remnants of my untouched pie. You’ve been looking at me for ten minutes, he said, voice low but not unkind.His eyebrows raised slightly, but he didn’t flinch. Most people look away when I catch them staring.
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