Questioned At Lunch.

The door bell rang just as Elijah finished prepping the table and his heart immediately jumped in excitement. He had been waiting for her arrival ever since the moment she had informed him that she’d be coming over. Smiling brightly, he made his way towards the door, the smile on his face growing brighter and brighter the closer he got. He reached the door, and wasting no time, swung it open and was greeted by a tired looking Amara and her bodyguard. “Hi,” He greeted, his voice bright, filled with joy, but the second he laid eyes on her, all his excitement disappeared and was replaced by a bit of confusion and worry. “You look,” He trailed off, not sure how to phrase it. She looked beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, as she always was, but right now, she looked a bit down, exhausted, tired and a bit sad. Why; Elijah wanted to question, but he knew, from the looks of things, that wasn’t what Amara needed. Opening his arms, he, without any further words, invited her into his arms and sh