She was surprised.
Lydia stared up at him, wide-eyed and silent at first. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. She hadn't expected him to come. Not tonight. Not after everything. Not after Tatiana.
Ivan looked down at her with soft, curious eyes. "What?" he asked quietly.
She blinked and looked away for a moment before answering in a quiet voice, "I didn't think you'd come."
He raised an eyebrow, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Why?"
She couldn't say exactly. She just shrugged slightly and muttered, "I thought…"
He studied her face for a second longer, and then a small, knowing smile tugged at his lips. He understood right away.
Lydia's eyes widened. "What? Why are you smiling at me like that?" she asked, half shocked, half flustered.
He chuckled softly.
"What's funny?" she asked, frowning and folding her arms, embarrassed.
He tilted his head, still smiling. "I just read your mind."
