Darya’s hands were interlaced with Kostas’ as they entered the front door of his house. She wondered if he could feel how clammy her hands were. Throughout dinner he’d been flirty, funny and, she had to admit, very insightful. They’d had incredible conversations on everything from politics to weather and while their views weren’t always in sync, his ability to listen to her while she expounded passionately on any subject made her feel heard in a way she hadn’t been in a very long time.
He had a different way of looking at the world and she found herself drawn to listening to him tell her about his childhood, growing up with siblings who, for the most part, were normal. Jurek only turned into a raging asshole in his early teens and most of it was, as far a Kostas was concerned, due to a la
