Thersia woke up the next morning with a mix of worry and motivation. The events from the day before had made her tired, but also determined. Luka was more attentive than usual, which made her feel a strange sense of comfort despite her lingering doubts. She quickly got dressed and went downstairs, prepared to handle whatever the day had in store.
To her surprise, she found Luka in the kitchen, drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. He glanced up and nodded shortly at her. "Good morning," he greeted, his tone neither warm nor cold.
Thersia returned the greeting, fixing herself a cup of coffee. Sitting across from him, they shared a moment of quiet contemplation, each lost in their own unexpressed feelings and ideas.
Before she could inquire about his schedule, Luka's phon
