The Distance Between Their Homes

While Renzo was thinking about earning a little extra on the side,

Enya was taking her frustration out on some innocent food.

In a corner of the tavern, a sandwich lay torn apart by a fork on the table, its fish and vegetables exposed in a pitiful wreck.

Enya ignored the carnage on her plate and sneaked a glance at the window seat across the hall.

At the end of her gaze sat Tarmin.

She squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her head.

She let out a groan beneath the table.

She tried to calm her pounding heart.

“Ugh….”

She’d pretended to be calm and sat far away, but the culprit was casually lifting his glass to his lips...