Zoe and Diego sat in the small living room. The fan spun lazily above them. She walked in from the kitchen holding a glass of water. She handed it to him.
Diego took it but didn’t drink immediately. He looked at the glass with one brow raised.
She rolled her eyes.
“You think I’d poison that?” she asked. “I’m reckless, not dumb.”
Diego gave a crooked smile and finally took a slow sip.
He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his phone, and opened his photo gallery. He swiped through, then stopped at a picture. He handed the phone to Zoe.
She took it and squinted.
It was a photo of a woman. She wore a simple white dress, hair tied in a neat bun. It felt like she was staring at herself, but in a different element.
She looked up at Diego.
“Is this AI? Some edited s**t? I don’t re
