✤ Adrian ✤
By the time Tuesday rolled around, I felt like I had been walking around with a secret stitched beneath my skin. A warm one. A dangerous one. And judging by the number of times I caught myself smiling at absolutely nothing, it was obvious enough that even my colleagues had started giving me strange looks. It didn’t matter. I knew exactly what the reason was. I hadn’t seen Sera in person since the weekend, but we had texted nonstop. Short messages. Long ones. Stupid ones. Entire paragraphs about nothing. Pictures of her coffee. A photo of her wrapped in her towel. And even a blurry selfie of myself that she said she liked anyway. It was ridiculous. And I felt happy. Not the forced, curated kind I had worn for years. Something quieter. Something real. Still, as I walked into the
