NukEncore froze at Martin's question. Cassandra, unfortunately, understood it.
NukEncore's golden eyes widened, shining brighter as Martin's reflection filled her irises. For once, she did not rush forward or blurt out the first thing in her head. Shock held her still, and the longer the silence lasted, the harder it became to answer.
She wanted to say something, anything at all, but no answer felt safe.
If she laughed it off, Martin might think she didn't care. If she took it too seriously, he might notice how much the question mattered to her. If she answered too quickly, she might reveal feelings she still wasn't ready to admit.
Cassandra understood him faster than she wanted to.
His insecurities are showing. He hasn't been himself this whole time.
