"Y-you're kidding," Lauren stuttered upon learning Finn would be staying at her apartment.
"Unfortunately, I'm not," Finn replied with a smirk, meeting her gaze head-on.
The shrill whistle of the kettle pierced the air, slicing through the tension in the room like a knife. Startled, Lauren sprang into action, rushing to silence the stove and pour water into two cups. It was evident that only coffee could rescue her from the hazy fog of half-sleep that enveloped her mind, demanding a powerful jolt to awaken her senses.
Handing Finn a cup, she stammered, "B-but this home— It's not as fancy as hotels or as luxurious as the Burnham mansion."
"You don't have to worry about me. I'll manage," Finn assured her.
"B-but I don't have any food. I arrived a few hours earlier than you and have
