Lola pov Lola knew the moment was coming before the knock sounded.There was a quiet in the apartment that felt intentional. Elara asleep, dishes done, lights low. Lola sat on the couch with her legs tucked beneath her, a book open but unread in her lap. She wasn’t distracted. She was waiting without waiting.When the knock came, it was soft. Measured.She stood, smoothing her hands down her thighs once before crossing the room.When she opened the door, Melvin stood there without armor.No jacket. No rehearsed smile. Just him.“Hey,” he said.“Hey,” she replied.
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