[Sera]
I stand in the center of my cramped apartment, a cardboard box balanced on my hip as I sift through the last bits of my life here. A worn sketchbook goes in, too many memories sketched in its pages to toss. An old mug from the café stays behind. It's chipped anyway, and shipping costs more than it's worth. The furniture isn't mine to take, landlord's property, or so the lease says. Everything feels temporary, like I've been borrowing time in this city all along.
The doorbell buzzes sharply and insistently. I set the box down and pad over, peeking through the peephole. Ryan's face fills the distorted view, two coffee cups steaming in his hands and a paper bag dangling from his wrist.
I swing the door open. "Hey."
"Breakfast delivery at your service." He flashes that easy grin, th
