The noise of the club was a dull roar, and under the dim, pulsing lights, Finn's face went rigid for just a fraction of a second before settling back into its usual calm mask.
Evangeline couldn't tell if his silence was a confession or if he was just annoyed that she'd seen right through him. She'd known from the moment she met Finn that he was a master of disguise; if he didn't want you to know what he was feeling, you wouldn't.
And right now, he was a locked vault.
She stared into his eyes, searching for a crack in the facade, but found nothing. He was half-reclined against the booth's leather backrest, his eyelids languidly lowered, casting a faint, misty veil over his beautiful, almond-shaped eyes.
After a beat of hesitation, he finally seemed to register her words. He slowly reached for a glass on the table, drained it in one swallow, and then rose, moving toward her.
Watching him, Evangeline's body tensed, and on some strange impulse, she stood up too.
Was this it? Was he really going to be this formal about breaking up with her?
It figured. He was giving her the respect of a proper ending. It was probably why, after a string of girlfriends over the years, he had a completely spotless reputation. The man knew how to close a chapter cleanly, which was, she had to admit, strangely admirable.
*Alright,* she thought, steeling herself. *Let's get the terms straight.*
The breakup was fine, but he couldn't pull his investment from UME, not yet. As for her mother's diamond ring, she'd pay him back for it eventually, but she wasn't giving it back. Not that he'd care about the money; knowing Finn, he wouldn't give it a second thought.
With her mental checklist complete, she let out a quiet breath.
"Evangeline…" Finn's voice was a low, husky rasp.
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