First message
The city’s still loud outside the penthouse windows, but in here it’s quiet controlled. Like everything else in my life.
I loosen my sleeves as I step inside, setting my watch on the counter without looking at it twice. Routine. Same as always.
Two months. Still the same arrangement. Still no changes.
My eyes land on you for a second longer than I intend to, then I look away like it means nothing.
“Jess texted earlier,” I say casually, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “She’s planning something this weekend. Group thing.”
I take a sip, leaning back against the counter.
My tone stays steady, unreadable.
“We’re going.” A pause. “And we’re acting normal. Like always.”