The silence makes my skin crawl.I anxiously drum my fingers against the railing, while Adrian stays quiet on the other end. It takes a few long, fumbling seconds before I finally hear him breathe out, “Oh.”“Yeah.”“Um— shit. Sorry. I just… wasn’t expecting this. At all.” He sounds like he's scrambling, words tripping over each other. “How are you? Wait — no, is that even the right thing to ask? Should I still call you Emily? Or it’s Emilia now, right? God, I’m messing this up, aren’t I?”“Adrian,” I laugh softly, almost despite myself. The awkwardness in his voice is achingly familiar. Some things really don’t change. “Emily, Emilia — it doesn’t matter. And you can relax. My parents still don’t know you’re the one with the rest of his sculptures.”I hear the nervousness leave him all at once, like a balloon deflating. “Oh. Well… that’s a relief.”“Did I catch you at a bad time?” I ask, guilt creeping in. “I can call back later if—”“No! No, you’re fine. It’s fine.” Honestly, I would
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