She no longer looked at him that way, she realized.

The woman sitting at the table next to them was in love. So in love that one glance at her face was enough to make Jocelyn's heart lurch to her throat and her stomach clench uncomfortably. Still, she risked another look, memorizing the way her brown eyes lit up as she gazed longingly at her lover.

Once upon a time, Jocelyn looked at him that way, too. And once upon a time, so did he. But as she returned her gaze to the man sitting in front of her—who was so blissfully unaware of her melancholy eyes—she no longer felt upset. She no longer felt _anything_.

He was still talking and Jocelyn nodded absentmindedly. The words flowing from his mouth, once tender and kind, now sounded condescending and mean. She focused on him again and noted the boredom on his face—his traitorous, lingering gaze. The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes.