LOGINI got out from the room a few minutes later, my steps slow and measured as I made my way toward the staircase. I placed my hand lightly on the rail and began to descend, each step echoing faintly in the stillness.When I reached the bottom, I saw Adrian seated at the dining table, already halfway through his meal. His posture was relaxed, one elbow resting on the table while his other hand held his phone. His attention was split between the screen and the plate in front of him.I walked toward the dining area, and gently placed my bag on the table. The soft thud caught his attention, and he glanced up briefly.“Faster than I expected,” Adrian said, a small hint of amusement in his tone. He gestured lazily with his fork toward the second plate sitting neatly beside his. “Now, if you could do the same with breakfast, we might actually finish together.”My eyes moved to the plate. The food looked warm, freshly made… but my chest tightened slightly. A wave of hesitation washed over me. I
I hesitated for a moment. Then, “You need company?” I asked. Adrian paused.Completely.Slowly, he turned to look at me, surprise clear on his face.“Company?” he repeated, as if making sure he heard me correctly.“Yeah,” I said, trying to sound casual, even though my fingers had already curled slightly at my sides. “I mean… if it’s okay. I could come with you.”He stared at me for a second longer than necessary, clearly caught off guard.“You don’t usually offer,” he said.“I know,” I admitted, giving a small shrug. “But… I’m offering now.”Another pause. He studied my face, like he was trying to figure out what had changed, what I wasn’t saying. “It’s weird you want to accompany me to this meeting,” he said, his tone laced with mild suspicion. He moved around the room as he spoke, his eyes scanning every corner like he was searching for something he had misplaced. “You never liked going to Aurex.”I watched him quietly for a second, noticing the way his brows pulled together sligh
“I’m trying my best to take things lightly with you, only because my brother hasn’t had peace in a long time. Now, I honestly do not understand what he sees in you, but the minute he finds out…” she paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she was already imagining the moment, “…I’ll cheer him on to your doom.”Her words hung heavily in the air between us, sharp and deliberate.I took a slow breath, forcing myself to stay calm despite the way my chest tightened. There was no point reacting the way she wanted me to. That would only make things worse.“Can I go through now?” I said, my voice steady but firm.Without waiting for her permission, I pushed forward, brushing her hands away from the door as I forced my way inside. She resisted for a second, but I didn’t stop. I walked past her quickly, my steps fast and determined as I crossed the living room, heading straight for the stairs like I had done it a hundred times before.“You won’t last long with this!” she shouted after me, her
The next morning, I found myself standing right in front of Adrian’s door, earlier than I had ever shown up before. My head felt heavy, not just from the lack of proper sleep, but from everything that had happened the night before. I had ended up spending the night with the bar girl. something that now sat uncomfortably in my chest. And to make it worse, she had actually charged me for staying overI shifted my weight from one foot to the other, staring at Adrian’s door, Without overthinking it, I raised my hand and knocked. Once. Twice. The sound echoed faintly in the stillness, but there was no response. I waited, listening carefully, hoping to catch even the slightest movement from inside. Nothing.I knocked again, this time a little louder, a little more impatient. Still nothing. A sigh escaped my lips as I rubbed my face, already feeling the irritation creeping in. I knocked a third time, sharper now, my knuckles hitting the wood with more force than before. Just when I was abo
“Did she blurt out anything?” I asked, my voice quieter now, more controlled, but there was an edge to it I couldn’t hide.She shifted slightly beside me, adjusting her position on the bed as if she needed to get comfortable before continuing.“She was… pressuring,” she said, drawing the word out like she was replaying the moment in her head. “Not loud or dramatic, just persistent. The kind of person that doesn’t take no for an answer easily.”I frowned, my brows pulling together.“So the hospital just hands out anyone’s information like that?” I asked, turning fully toward her now. “Isn’t it supposed to be confidential?”“Well,” she replied, lifting one shoulder in a half-shrug, “the nurse was hesitant at first. You could tell she didn’t want to say anything. She kept stalling, asking questions, looking around like she was hoping someone else would step in…”She paused briefly, then continued.“But then she got a call.”I blinked.“A call?” I repeated.She nodded slowly.“Yeah. Her p
“I saw you at the hospital some time ago,” her voice began, cutting through the quiet like she had been waiting for the right moment to say it. I paused mid-movement, my fingers hovering over my phone for a second before I slowly looked up at her.“When was that?” I asked, my tone neutral, but my eyes searching her face for something, anything that would explain why she was bringing it up now. “Last month, I think,” she replied, tilting her head slightly as if trying to piece the memory together. “You weren’t looking so good.”I didn’t respond.Instead, I broke eye contact, turning away from her as if the conversation had already ended. I walked over to the bed and sat down, the mattress dipping softly beneath my weight before I stretched out, staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment. My mind was moving, but I didn’t want to give her anything to read.Silence filled the room again. I unlocked my phone, the glow of the screen lighting up my face in the dim room. Without overthinking
My cheek brushed the edge of the linen napkin; I pretended to examine the sourdough, Second time: a lone woman in a red coat stepped through the doors, shaking rain from her umbrella. Daniel’s shoulders lifted, just a fraction, hopeful, then relaxed when she walked past his table. I turned my back
The waiter arrived with our drinks first, three chilled glasses of white wine, condensation already beading on the stems, and a tall bottle of still water with lemon slices floating inside. He set them down with quiet efficiency: Clara’s Sancerre in front of her, Adrian’s Chinon blend beside him, m
I gave him a look, half amused, half incredulous , and tilted the menu toward him so he could see the prices I was staring at. “I’m trying to decide if I should order the cheapest thing on here so I don’t feel like I’m bankrupting you… or if I should just ask for a glass of tap water and call it di
The drive to the restaurant wasn’t long, maybe fifteen minutes through the quieter streets on the edge of downtown, but it felt longer with Clara in the front seat. She had the window cracked just enough to let the evening breeze slip in, The radio was on low, some smooth R&B playlist Adrian always







