Running into the Fire

Chapter 19 : Morning Light

Ava stirred slowly.

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Warm.

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Comfortable.

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For a second, she didn’t move.

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Didn’t think.

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Just stayed there.

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Then—

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she felt it.

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Solid.

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Steady.

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Her eyes opened.

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Ethan.

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Her head was still resting against his shoulder.

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Ava went still.

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Her breath catching slightly.

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She pulled back carefully, like any sudden movement might break something.

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“Sorry,” she said quickly, her voice soft.

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Ethan shook his head.

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“You’re fine.”

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His tone was easy.

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Like it didn’t matter.

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But something in his expression lingered.

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Ava nodded slightly.

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She sat up straighter now, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

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“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

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“It’s okay,” he said. “You needed it.”

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Ava glanced at him.

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There was no judgment there.

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Just—

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understanding.

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A small pause settled between them.

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Ava shifted slightly.

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“I should probably—” she started.

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Then stopped.

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She didn’t finish the sentence.

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Didn’t know how to.

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Ethan didn’t push.

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“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It’s getting late.”

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Ava nodded.

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Slowly stood.

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Her body still a little heavy from sleep.

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“Goodnight,” she said softly.

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“Goodnight, Ava.”

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She hesitated for just a second—

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then turned and walked down the hallway.

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Her room felt different now.

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Less like a place she was staying.

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More like somewhere she belonged.

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Ava changed quickly.

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Climbed into bed.

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Pulled the covers up.

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But sleep didn’t come right away.

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Her mind replayed the night.

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The quiet.

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The conversation.

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The way everything had felt—

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easy.

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Safe.

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Her chest tightened slightly.

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Not from fear.

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From something else.

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Something unfamiliar.

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Ava turned onto her side.

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Closed her eyes.

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Eventually—

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sleep came.

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Morning came softer than expected.

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Light filtered through the window.

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Warm.

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Ava blinked awake slowly.

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For a second, she just lay there.

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Listening.

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Quiet.

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Then—

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movement.

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Faint.

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From the kitchen.

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Ava pushed herself up.

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Got dressed.

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And stepped into the hallway.

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The smell hit her first.

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Food.

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Coffee.

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Warm.

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Ava stepped into the kitchen.

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Ethan was already there.

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Moving around like it was second nature.

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He glanced up when he saw her.

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“Morning.”

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Ava hesitated for half a second.

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Then—

“Morning.”

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Her voice softer than usual.

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Ethan nodded toward the counter.

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“Coffee?”

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Ava nodded.

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“Yeah.”

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He poured her a cup.

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Set it in front of her.

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“Thanks.”

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She wrapped her hands around it.

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Let the warmth sink in.

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A small silence settled.

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Not uncomfortable.

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Just quiet.

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Ava watched him for a moment as he moved around the kitchen.

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Easy.

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Unforced.

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Like taking care of someone was just… natural to him.

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Something in her chest shifted.

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Ava realized she could get used to this.

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The thought came quietly.

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But it stayed.

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She had always been the one cooking.

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Every meal.

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Every morning.

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Every night.

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Adrian never had to think about it.

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Never had to lift a finger.

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Ava swallowed slightly.

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This felt different.

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Being here.

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Standing in a kitchen where she didn’t have to do everything.

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Where someone else had already taken care of it.

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Of her.

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It was unfamiliar.

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But not in a bad way.

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It was—

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nice.

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Ava looked down at her coffee again.

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Trying to ignore how much that simple thing meant.

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Ethan leaned back slightly against the counter.

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“You sleep okay?” he asked.

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Ava nodded.

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“Yeah.”

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A small pause.

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“Better than I have in a while.”

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Ethan’s expression softened slightly.

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“Good.”

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Ava glanced at him.

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Then looked down at her coffee again.

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Another quiet moment passed.

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Ava looked up at him.

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“I really appreciate you offering to drive me,” she said.

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A small pause.

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“I’ll get a bike soon though,” she added quickly. “So you won’t have to keep doing it.”

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Ethan shook his head slightly.

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“There’s no rush,” he said.

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His tone was steady.

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“It’s not an inconvenience.”

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Ava hesitated for a second.

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Then nodded.

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“Okay.”

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Something small.

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But it mattered.

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The drive started quiet.

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But not for long.

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Ethan reached for the radio.

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Static crackled for a second—

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then music filled the car.

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Guitar.

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Strong.

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Familiar.

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Ava glanced over.

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A small smile pulled at her lips before she could stop it.

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“You like this?” Ethan asked, noticing.

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Ava nodded.

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“Yeah.”

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A small pause.

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“My dad used to play stuff like this all the time.”

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Ethan glanced at her briefly.

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“Same,” he said. “Grew up on it.”

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Ava leaned back slightly in her seat.

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“Better than what’s on the radio now,” she said.

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Ethan let out a quiet huff of amusement.

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“Not wrong.”

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The song shifted—

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something louder.

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More energy.

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Ava’s fingers tapped lightly against her leg.

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Unconscious.

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Ethan noticed.

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“Favorite band?” he asked.

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Ava thought for a second.

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“Probably Journey,” she said.

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Then added, a little quieter—

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“Or Guns N’ Roses.”

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Ethan smiled slightly.

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“Good choices.”

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Ava glanced at him.

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“What about you?”

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“AC/DC,” he said. “No question.”

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Ava let out a small laugh.

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“That tracks.”

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Ethan glanced at her again.

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“What’s that supposed to mean?”

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Ava shook her head, still smiling.

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“I don’t know. Just… fits you.”

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Ethan smirked faintly.

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“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

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Ava nodded.

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“It is.”

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Ava smiled.

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Soft.

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Real.

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Ethan’s expression shifted as he smiled back.

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Something warm passed between them.

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Quiet.

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But unmistakable.

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Ava felt it settle in her chest—

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then something else followed.

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A flutter.

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Light.

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Unexpected.

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Her breath caught slightly.

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Butterflies?

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The thought almost made her pull back.

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She looked away for a second, her fingers tightening slightly in her lap.

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Was she really—

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falling for someone she’d only known for a short time?

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The idea didn’t make sense.

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It shouldn’t make sense.

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But the feeling didn’t go away.

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It stayed.

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When they pulled up to the diner, Ava reached for the door.

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Then paused.

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“Thank you,” she said.

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Ethan nodded once.

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“Anytime.”

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Ava stepped out.

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The door closed behind her.

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But she didn’t walk in right away.

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She stood there for a second.

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Then glanced back.

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Ethan was still there.

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Watching to make sure she got inside.

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Ava gave a small nod.

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Then turned and walked in.

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Ava slipped into her work like it had become second nature.

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Orders.

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Refills.

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Clearing tables.

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Her hands moved without hesitation.

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Like her body already knew what to do before she had to think about it.

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It was easy.

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Janie noticed it first.

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The smile.

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Small.

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But real.

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A loud voice from the TV cut through the diner.

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“…blizzard warning expected to hit later this afternoon—”

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Both of them turned.

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The small screen behind the counter showed swirling maps and warning graphics.

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Snow.

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Heavy.

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Fast.

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Janie frowned slightly.

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“That doesn’t look good.”

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Ava watched quietly.

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Frank stepped out from the back, wiping his hands on a towel.

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“Alright,” he said. “We’re closing early.”

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Both of them looked at him.

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“I’m not risking anyone getting stuck out there,” he added. “I’ll lock up. You two head out.”

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Janie nodded immediately.

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“Thank you.”

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Ava reached for her phone.

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Her fingers hesitated for just a second—

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then moved.

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Ethan’s name.

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Saved.

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She pressed call.

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It rang once.

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Twice.

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Then—

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“Hey.”

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His voice was steady.

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Familiar.

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Ava exhaled slightly without realizing it.

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“Hey,” she said. “We’re closing early. There’s a storm coming in.”

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A small pause.

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“Yeah, I heard,” Ethan said. “You okay?”

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“I’m fine,” she said quickly. “I was just going to walk back, so you don’t have to come get me.”

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Silence.

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Then—

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“No.”

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Ava blinked.

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“You’re not walking back in that,” he said. “Come to the station.”

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Ava hesitated.

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“It’s not that far—”

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“Ava.”

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Her name was firm.

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But not harsh.

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“I’ll be here,” he said. “Just come here.”

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A pause.

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Then—

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“Okay.”

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The walk to the station was shorter than the one home.

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When Ava stepped inside, warmth hit her instantly.

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Voices.

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Movement.

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Life.

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A few heads turned.

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Recognition came quickly.

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“Hey,” one of the firefighters said.

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Ava gave a small wave.

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“Hey.”

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Another smiled.

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Ava made her way over, settling near them as they talked.

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The conversation picked up easily.

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Nothing serious.

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Just jokes.

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Stories.

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Normal.

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And slowly—

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Ava relaxed.

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It felt…

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easy.

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Like she wasn’t being watched.

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Or judged.

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Just—

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included.

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Accepted.

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Ethan finally broke away from what he was doing and made his way over to them.

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His eyes landed on her first.

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Then the rest of them.

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Ava looked up when she noticed him.

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Their eyes met—

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and something in her chest settled.

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“Careful,” one of the firefighters said, glancing up at Ethan. “She’s fitting in too well. We might steal your girl.”

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Ava smiled, a little less startled this time.

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Ethan let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head slightly.

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“Does she cook?” another one asked.

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Ava let out a small laugh.

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“Sometimes,” she said.

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“Well, that’s it,” one of them said. “She’s staying.”

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Ava shook her head, smiling.

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“You guys are ridiculous.”

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“Yeah,” one of them said. “But you like us.”

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Ava hesitated—

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then nodded.

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“Yeah,” she admitted quietly. “I do.”

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Ethan’s gaze lingered on her for a second longer than before.

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Then—

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“Ready?” he asked.

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Ava met his eyes.

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And nodded.

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“Yeah.”

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They stepped outside.

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The cold hit first—

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then snow.

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Soft flakes drifted down, catching in Ava’s hair.

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She glanced up.

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“It started already,” she said.

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“Let’s hurry and get you home before it gets worse.”

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Ava nodded—

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but the word echoed in her mind.

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Home.