The apartment felt different without Larry in it.
Lauren wasn’t sure why she noticed it so much now—maybe because, for the past few weeks, he’d always been around. He was there when she filmed, when she edited, when she got caught in her head and needed someone to drag her out of it.
Now, he was gone.
Not forever. Not even for long.
Just… training.
Back on the ice. Back in his element.
And she was happy for him. She was.
But that didn’t mean the quiet wasn’t weird.
She sighed, shutting her laptop, pushing away the half-finished thumbnail for her next video. She wasn’t getting anything done like this.
Her phone buzzed beside her.
Larry: Guess who just did not totally wipe out in front of a bunch of rookies?
She snorted.
Lauren: Not you.
Larry: RUDE.
Larry: But correct.
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