By the time Adam reached the seventh floor, his steps were steady again. The hallway was quieter here. It had fewer doors, but rather than seeming larger, the rooms felt more compressed, the spacing tighter, as though the upper floors traded width for height. He stopped in front of Olivia’s apartment — room 704. For a brief second, he considered leaving. Then he knocked. A few moments later, the door opened. Olivia stood there, dressed simply, her hair loosely tied back. She blinked once, clearly not expecting him to be early. “Adam?” He held up her phone in one hand. “I came to return this.” Her gaze shifted from the phone… to the rose. Then back to his face. A faint smile formed. Adam glanced at the time—some minutes to nine—then back at her. “Are you busy?” Olivia hesitated. “I have work in about an hour.” “Then we have time,” Adam said simply. “Let’s grab something quick.” She studied him for a moment, like she was trying to decide whether this version of him was
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