Draco looked outside at the terrace. A dreary day in April. The bonsai were overgrown but thriving. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her approach, one of her slender hands resting on the counter. He knew he was being scrutinized. Anyone would notice he had shaved his hair off, but her keen gaze undoubtedly picked up on the weight he’d lost, the darkness under his eyes. His clothes hung off of him and he wasn’t unaware of the gaunt look he now carried. 