The morning sunlight filtered gently through Lila’s bedroom window, painting the room in soft shades of gold. She sat on the edge of her bed, her notebook open but untouched in front of her. Her thoughts kept drifting back to yesterday, to the quiet moment she had shared with Kade under the tree. Every word he had spoken, every glance he had given her, replayed in her mind like a delicate, persistent melody. For the first time in a long while, she felt a mix of excitement and fear, a fluttering in her chest she couldn’t quite explain.
Her breakfast was quiet, almost too quiet for the usual chatter of her family. Her mother hummed as she prepared tea and toast, but Lila barely noticed. She was too lost in thought, trying to anticipate what the day would bring. Would Kade speak to her again
