Matty and Eloise were ships in the night, passing closely but never quite finding each other. That is, until now. "There was a pause in the conversation. I wasn't sure what to say. So I simply didn't say anything. Instead, I stared down at my hands and picked at my chipped red nail polish. When I looked up, Matty wasn't engrossed in his coffee or back asleep like I'd expected. His deep brown eyes were trained on me."