Harper
“Hey.”
The familiar voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see Luca approaching from the opposite direction, hands tucked casually into tracky dacks' pockets.
He smiled when he saw my expression soften slightly. “Rough morning?” he asked.
“You could say that,” I replied.
He studied me for a moment, his gaze perceptive but gentle. “Then you definitely need something to look forward to,” he said.
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Yes,” he said simply. “That coffee I mentioned.”
He paused, then added with an easy smile, “Or dinner. Your choice.”
For a moment, I hesitated... Not because I didn’t want to say yes but because a part of me still felt tangled in emotions I had not sorted through yet... Then I remembered the conversation I had just overheard.
The quiet certai
