The morning with Nia was a whirlwind. They navigated the hotel's breakfast buffet like seasoned pros, Nia's infectious energy pulling Zara out of her introspective haze. They laughed, they gossiped, they dissected every possible meaning behind Kai's words and actions, creating a chaotic, but comforting, bubble of distraction. "Okay, so, 'we'll figure this out' could mean anything," Nia declared, gesturing wildly with a half-eaten croissant. "It could mean he's ready to commit, or it could mean he's going to disappear for a month and then text you 'wyd?' at 3 a.m." Zara chuckled, shaking her head. "Don't even joke." "I'm not joking, girl! This is serious business. We need a strategy. Operation: Clarity. Step one, new outfit. Step two, direct confrontation. Step three, no more vague prono

