Amira was all over Skyler, laughing at every word he said, touching his arm, leaning in too closely. To him, it was like I wasn’t even there. He seemed so at ease with her, so free like he never once raised his voice at me. He looked happy and carefree.
“You and Tia looked so good together, I must say,” one of his friends remarked, shooting me a dismissive side glance.
“Exactly. They make a good pair,” another chimed in.
“Hey, Raya,” Amira suddenly called out, her voice laced with hidden mockery, “do you think so?”
Without hesitation, I replied, “If they looked any better together, you’d think they were rehearsing for a show.”
Her eyes widened, clearly taken aback by my response, and for a moment, I savored the shocked silence around the table.
We ate in an uncomfortable quiet, and I watched as Tia made Skyler sip from his glass. In return, he playfully stained her lips with oil, gently rubbing it off with his thumb. Their soft laughter filled the air, as he fed her like her hands were incapable of doing it herself.
“It looks like you both can’t get enough of the time you spent in the Maldives,” Amira mused.
Skyler smiled. “It’s a pleasure to have her back.”