Gabriella unlocked her door and stepped into her quiet apartment. She dropped her keys into the bowl by the door, kicked off her shoes, and walked further inside.Rachel was already in the kitchen, holding a mug. "I thought I heard the door," she said, pouring another cup of tea. "How did it go?"Gabriella managed a tired smile. "It went."Rachel handed her a mug and pointed to the couch. "That good, huh?"They sat down together. Gabriella held the warm mug for a moment before speaking. "The event was really impressive. It was very fancy. A bit grander than I expected."Rachel raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound like the problem."Gabriella paused, then added quietly, "Alejandro was there."Rachel blinked. "Oh.""He gave a speech," Gabriella said, her voice steady. "Right before he started speaking, he looked around the room. His eyes landed on me."Rachel watched her carefully. "And?"Gabriella stared into her tea. "It was just a moment. He didn't pause, but I knew he saw me.""An
Alejandro hadn’t moved from the corner where he sat at the event. He sat alone now, with a glass of water untouched before him. The ice had long melted. The crowd from the event was beginning to thin, as people began to leave. Conversations were ending, as the attendees headed toward the exit, and for the first time all night, he felt like he could finally breathe.Still, he just sat there.Gabriella had walked past him earlier; well, not past. She went around him in a neat little circle, polite enough to be social, distant and enough to show she was avoiding him like a plague. She had spoken to Sofia, then left. He hadn't gone after her, not with everyone watching, and not with everything between them unresolved and now even more complicated.“Mr. Hernandez?” Sofia’s voice broke through his thoughts.He turned his head slightly. She stood a few steps away, holding a clutch in one hand and the faintest smile on her lips. "I just said goodbye to the museum donors," she continued. "Ri
Gabriella exhaled softly as she stepped outside. The event had left her feeling a bit emotional, not from the music or the crowd or even the brilliant speech that was made. It was the feeling of seeing Alejandro again. The tightness in her chest returned the moment she saw him. She shook her head, unlocked her car, and got in. This wasn't the time to get worked up. She had another stop to make, before heading home.On her way to the police station, Gabriella made a quick detour to a small shop not far from where the event held. The place smelled really nice. She smiled as she took in the smell of scented candles. She quickly looked over the shelves where soaps, mugs, cheese boards...were neatly arranged. Then she spotted a small section tucked to the side that looked like a modest wine corner."Perfect." She exclaimed quietly to herself.Among some other fancy drinks, there was a sleek bottle of non-alcoholic red wine. It was classy enough to feel like a real thank-you gift, but saf
Noah followed Gabriella as they made their way to her apartment. Her apartment was a simple, cozy place, clearly lived in, unlike his that was just like a storage for his stuff, as he was barely around. Books were stacked by the windowsill, a used mug was drying in the kitchen rack, and a folded blanket was casually thrown over the arm of the couch."Sit," she said, already walking to the kitchen.He did as he was told, slowly sitting on the couch and looking around the room as if he wasn't sure whether he should be there. When she came back with two mugs that were one coffee, and one tea, she handed him the tea."Decaf," she teased. "Wouldn't want you all jumpy on the job."Noah gave her a grateful smile. "Thanks."They sat quietly for a few minutes, with only the occasional sound from outside coming through the slightly open window. "I really didn't mean to look suspicious," he finally said, breaking the silence."I know," she replied. "You're not very good at hiding, anyway.""Ouc
Noah followed Gabriella as they made their way to her apartment. Her apartment was a simple, cozy place, clearly lived in, unlike his that was just like a storage for his stuff, as he was barely around. Books were stacked by the windowsill, a used mug was drying in the kitchen rack, and a folded blanket was casually thrown over the arm of the couch."Sit," she said, already walking to the kitchen.He did as he was told, slowly sitting on the couch and looking around the room as if he wasn't sure whether he should be there. When she came back with two mugs that were one coffee, and one tea, she handed him the tea."Decaf," she teased. "Wouldn't want you all jumpy on the job."Noah gave her a grateful smile. "Thanks."They sat quietly for a few minutes, with only the occasional sound from outside coming through the slightly open window. "I really didn't mean to look suspicious," he finally said, breaking the silence."I know," she replied. "You're not very good at hiding, anyway.""Ouc
The police station was pretty much always busy, but sometimes it had its quiet moments. Those were the times when the phone wasn't ringing off the hook, or the station wasn't crowded with all manner of persons. Noah really liked those calm moments. It was during these peaceful stretches that the city felt real to him, without all the usual noise and pressure.He was sitting at his desk with his case on the desk. A forgotten, cold cup of coffee sat next to his elbow. The report open in front of him hadn't been read much at all. His mind, without him even trying, kept going back to Gabriella.It had only been a couple of days since their dinner. It wasn't a date, just a meal to say thank you, but something about it had really stuck with him. Maybe it was how easily she laughed. Or how she didn't ask him for anything, didn't treat him like he was invisible or a bother. She just acted like a regular person sharing pasta and chatting.He really shouldn't be thinking this way. Not with who