~ Lily ~
The first thing I notice is that I’m smiling before I even get out of bed.
The second thing I notice is that I’m smiling because it’s Sunday.
Then I started asking myself why.
But I immediately choose to ignore that realisation because some thoughts are better left unexamined, like why my mood improves whenever Hector texts, or why I somehow know exactly what day of the week it is without checking my calendar, or why I spend fifteen minutes deciding what to wear to go get breakfast.
Normal people don’t overthink just going out for breakfast. Yet here I am standing in front of my closet like the outcome matters. It’s not as if I’m trying to impress anybody. Especially not a certain Greek biker with an annoyingly nice smile.
Absolutely not.
I grab a black sweater, then change
