Day

"You look stunning," he whispers, lingering on your ankle just a second too long before standing. His smile is warm, but there's something wary in his eyes—as if he's holding back words he can't say. "Although, I suspect you already know that." He absentmindedly adjusts his cufflinks, an earring glinting in the chandelier light. "Nervous about tonight?" His tone is casual, but the way he looks at you suggests he's asking about much more than just the gala.