Lila’s POV
Waving goodbye to Moira as we stepped into the late afternoon light, I felt strangely content. Tobi carried both our bags in one hand, the other laced gently with mine, never letting go as we walked back to his apartment. We chatted easily the whole way—small stories about life in Lenweil, the odd things we’d each gotten up to while apart, laughing at ourselves and at each other.
As we passed the grocers near his front door, Tobi slowed down, eyeing the display of fresh produce and handmade items lining the window.
“We should probably grab a few things,” he said, tilting his head toward the store. “There’s literally nothing at the apartment.”
“We could always eat out tonight,” I suggested.
“Definitely. But what about the morning?”
“Okay, maybe just a few bits,” I said with
