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Kitchen Conversations and Glow-in-the-Dark Stars
Yardan felt something shift, not something loud or dramatic, just a small, quiet click like a door opening. For the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel like he was walking alone.
Paleina stood beside the kitchen counter of Yardan’s small home, her hands wrapped around a chipped ceramic mug. The scent of cinnamon tea curled through the air, soft and warm.
She watched as Vera, now in her pajamas, fell into a deep sleep halfway through a picture book. “She lasted longer than I thought,” Paleina said quietly.
Yardan dried his hands with a dish towel and leaned against the opposite counter. “She only gets that much energy out when she really likes someone.”
He crossed his arms to slow the buzzing in his chest. Paleina had been at his house for over 2 hours now.
She’d followed them home after the zoo at Vera’s insistence. After a reluctant stop at a drive-thru for milkshakes, Vera had declared her “not fancy anymore.”
This oddly seemed to please Paleina more than anything else could have. “You didn’t have to say yes,” Yardan said, “to coming here.”
“I know,” she said. “But I didn’t want the day to end.”
He studied her posture, relaxed but thoughtful. Her gaze kept drifting toward the living room like she couldn’t quite believe she’d been invited into a world this simple.
“What’s it like?” he asked. “Your everyday?”
She hesitated. “Chaotic. Structured. Cold.”
“Most days I have a calendar so full my assistant had to color code it just so I wouldn’t miss board meetings.”
“I have seven lawyers on retainer, and I haven’t sat in silence for more than 10 minutes in over a year.”
“Sounds exhausting.” “It is,” she said. “But it’s also all I’ve ever known.”
“I started working under my father when I was 19. I was in charge of a department by 22.”
“Every step of my life has been about proving I deserve the title I inherited.” “You don’t seem like someone who needs to prove anything.”
She gave a short laugh, but there was no humor in it. “That’s because today I wasn’t trying.”
Jan poured himself a glass of water, then leaned back against the counter again. “You ever think about walking away from all of it?”
Her eyes flicked toward him. “More times than I can count. But I never let myself say it out loud.”
“Why not?” “Because I was raised to believe that quitting is failure.”
“That walking away means weakness. And if I’m weak, I lose everything.” He didn’t respond right away.
Instead, he took a long sip of water and looked toward the living room. Vera now snored softly, hugging the giraffe Paleina had given her.
“You know,” he said eventually, “I don’t think it’s weakness to want something more real.” She looked down at her tea.
“What if I don’t know how to do real?” “Then maybe that’s where I come in.”
Paleina’s gaze lifted slowly. “You’d help me figure that out?”
“If you let me.” She didn’t look away. “You’re not scared of me, are you?”
“No,” he said. “Should I be?”
“Most men are. Not because I’m cruel, but because I have power, influence, and I don’t hide it.”
Jan shrugged. “Power doesn’t scare me. Pretending does.”
Paleina set her mug on the counter and crossed the small space between them. She stopped just short of him, eyes searching his.
Her voice was barely above a whisper. “You make me forget what pretending feels like.”
He didn’t touch her, not yet. But he didn’t step back either.
“You’re not the only one who’s been pretending,” he said. They stood there for a long, suspended moment.
The only sound was the ticking of the wall clock and the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Then a small, sleepy voice called out from the living room.
“Daddy?” Yardan moved instantly, brushing past Paleina without hesitation.
Vera sat up with tangled hair and half-lidded eyes. “I had a dream,” she mumbled. “There were stars on the ceiling.”
He crouched beside her, smoothing her hair. “Just a dream, baby. You’re safe.”
Paleina watched from the kitchen doorway, her heart twisting at the quiet intimacy of the moment. There was something about the way Yardan looked at his daughter that made her throat tighten.
“I want the stars again,” Vera murmured, tugging at his sleeve. He smiled. “Then let’s make some.”
Yardan got up, fetched a small box from the hallway closet, and returned with a handful of glow-in-the-dark stickers. Paleina knelt beside them.
Together, they helped Vera stick stars across the underside of the coffee table where she liked to build her forts. When Vera finally drifted back to sleep, Paleina followed Yardan back into the kitchen.
“She’s lucky,” she said. “So am I,” he replied.
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward; it was full. It was full of things neither of them could name yet, but both felt.
He walked her to the door when it was time for her to leave. The porch light flickered slightly above them.
“You okay to drive?” he asked. She nodded. “I’ve got a driver waiting.”
“Of course you do.” But instead of stepping away, she lingered.
“I needed today,” she said. “More than I thought I would.”
“Then consider it the first of many.” She looked up at him, something unspoken flickering in her eyes.
“You’re not what I expected, Yardan.” “Neither are you.”
She leaned in just enough for her perfume to brush against his shirt. “Tell me something real.”
He didn’t hesitate. “I don’t care about your last name or your money or your driver.”
“I care that when you laugh it sounds like you haven’t in too long.” Her breath caught, but she didn’t pull back.
“I care that you looked at my daughter like you saw her, not like she was in the way.”
“I care that tonight, for the first time in a while, I don’t feel like I’m carrying everything alone.” She stared at him, stunned into silence.
Then she stepped closer, her fingers brushing his. “I’m scared,” she whispered.
“Me too,” he said. And for the first time, neither of them ran from it.
