Follow up to Captain Deserter.
Steve stepped into the seemingly empty kitchen and peered around in the darkness. In the faint moonlight filtering in through the tinted window, he could see the outline of a hunched figure sitting at the center table. The figure looked up in annoyance when he flicked on the lights.
“Look who it is,” Darcy Lewis drawled, blinking at him in the sudden bright light.
Steve scowled. “You again.”
“Yes, me again. Now run away like you did last time.”
Steve rolled his eyes and walked over to the fridge, rummaging inside for his leftover sandwich from last night. He could feel Darcy’s gaze on him but refused to be affected by it. With his snack in hand, he made his way to the seat opposite her and settled down, eyeing her in challenge.
“Still here?” she mocked, sounding bored. Her fingers played with the spoon in her hand before she scooped a large chunk of ice cream from her bowl and shoved it artlessly into her mouth.
“Will you let that go already?” Steve asked, exasperated. “I apologized, didn’t I?”