Third person's POV
Raya wrung out the damp coat one last time, holding it up under the warm bathroom light as if evaluating a piece of evidence rather than clothing. Water dripped steadily into the sink. She inhaled again, slow and deliberate, then clicked her tongue.
“See?” she said with absolute certainty. “That’s Garret’s scent. Not Frank’s. I don’t care what you say.”
Liora, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, watched her friend with an expression that hovered somewhere between amusement and concern. “You’re very confident for someone who met him once and got wine spilled on him.”
Raya shot her a look. “Once is enough. Some people don’t need repetition.” she argued.
“That sounds dangerously romantic coming from you,” Liora replied dryly.
Raya laughe
