The next morning, the tension from the previous night seemed to linger as Alina stepped into the kitchen, finding Adrian already there. He was dressed casually in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing strong forearms, and dark jeans that somehow made him look effortlessly commanding.
“Morning,” he greeted, glancing up from his phone.
“Morning,” she replied, slightly self-conscious in her oversized sweater and leggings. She poured herself a cup of coffee, stealing glances at him as he typed something on his phone with practiced precision.
“Busy?” she asked, hoping to fill the silence.
He set his phone down and looked at her with a small smile. “Not too busy for you. We have plans today.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “We do?”
“Yes,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Jak
