After Five Years
His hair was slightly messy from the wind, and for some reason, it made him look… more human.
“It’s fine, I just got here,” I lied, even though I had been there for nearly ten minutes.
We started talking about the clinic. Julien showed me some notes from an international health foundation—they were interested but wanted a more detailed budget plan. I jotted down notes in my little notebook, trying to focus, but occasionally my eyes would steal glances at his hands moving animatedly as he explained. There was a simple silver ring on his ring finger—not a wedding ring, just an accessory—but for some reason, I noticed it.