He wondered from when it became a part of him – that feeling where a space is incomplete before the other person stepped into the room. He had not seen her since the ceremony and the best man’s speech Javier had given. Scanning the floor, his eyes caught the lone lean figure on a bar stool, tension in her body transformed into ease. Approaching her, he signaled his presence with a touch on the small of her back. She glanced up with that private smile he noticed she reserved for him, as if to say she had been waiting for his interruption this whole time.
Her eyes wandered to Ryan and Jenny on the dance floor, with smiles lit by the sun. “They look so happy,” he echoed her thoughts, and she hummed in agreement, looking back at him.
“It’s enviable,” he said softly. Something in her eyes seemed to flicker unsteadily, but she did not blink it away this time. It emboldened him.
“Sooner or later,” he reached for an answer he hoped she was asking for. We’ll make it, his eyes added.
A curve touched her lips gently when she whispered, “Sooner than later.”