“And my coffee?” he called from the doorway, adjusting his belt with more energy than he’d shown me in weeks.
I handed it to him.
“A little surprise,” I said, smiling calmly.
I watched him drink.
One sip.
Two.
Three.
He finished it without hesitation.
That stung more than I expected… he hadn’t rushed anything I gave him in a long time.
“So where are you going all dressed up and smelling like that?” I asked, leaning casually against the frame.
“Meeting,” he said, grabbing his keys. “Important one. Strategy… projections… synergy.”
He threw those words around like they meant something.
“Synergy with lace?” I muttered.
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