Ryan's POVI texted her at five. Dinner. My treat, no reason. Say yes.Ava: No fever, no crisis, no forgotten granola bar to guilt me with?Correct. Just dinner.Ava: Bold of you.I contain multitudes.Ava: Come at seven. Nora goes down around seven-thirty, so you'll get maybe twenty minutes of chaos before it's just us.I showed up at six-fifty with a bag from the Italian place near my building instead of the usual Thai, figured the evening deserved a change of routine to match the change in occasion, and Ava opened the door in leggings and an oversized sweater, hair loose around her shoulders in a way I rarely saw outside her own apartment, feet bare against the hardwood."You look like you're about to run a board meeting," I said.‘I'm not.’ She stepped back to let me in, and something about the easy way she did it — no hesitation, no calculation, just an open door — landed heavier in my chest than it probably should have for something so small. ‘That's the whole point of tonight,
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