Serena took the rest of her tea in thoughtful sips and watched the interaction between Clara and Darius silently. The woman absentmindedly ran her tongue across the rim of the cup, a little habit of hers whenever she drank out of a cup.
"Someone special?" Clara echoed.
Darius nodded and held out his empty cup for Clara to take. Serena's eyes narrowed slightly, her curiosity piqued. Who could he mean? The only name that came to mind was Elder Evelyn. She had caught him calling the older woman Nana more than once, only to fumble with an awkward correction. It was always a funny sight, watching such a composed man scramble for composure. Evelyn must be the closest thing he had to family, at least in that age bracket.
"Yes, but they will not be here for a while, but you will serve them your tea," Darius continued.
Serena watched Clara's expression, it was not one of joy. It was more like she was thinking over Darius' words.
They will not be here for a while.
