I woke up the next morning expecting another day of lectures and locked doors. Instead, when I opened my eyes, the room smelled like heaven. It wasn't the usual scent of expensive candles or old books. It was the smell of fresh roasted coffee—specifically, the hazelnut blend from the small shop near my old apartment.
I sat up and saw Silas sitting in the chair by the window. He wasn't looking at a laptop. He was holding a paper cup with the logo of my favorite café on it.
"How did you get that?" I asked, my voice still thick with sleep. "That shop is three hours away."
"I have a fast car, and I know the owner," Silas said. He walked over and handed me the cup. It was perfectly hot. "I realized that in my rush to give you everything new, I forgot to give you the things you actually liked
