Sophia’s POV
The moment the cab door closed behind me, I felt the quiet rush of the afternoon settle around me like a soft blanket. The city moved in its usual rhythm outside the window, cars honking, people crossing streets with purpose, the endless pulse of life continuing as if nothing had changed.
But something had changed.
Inside me.
Lunch with Colton had been… strange. Not bad. Not exactly good either. Just strange.
Like two people standing on opposite sides of a fragile bridge, both wondering if the wood beneath their feet would hold.
I leaned my head lightly against the glass as the cab rolled through traffic, replaying the lunch in my mind.
When he had texted me earlier that morning.
Lunch.
Just one word.
Short. Direct. Very Colton.
And yet something about it had made
