“Why don’t you come to my apartment?” Lily suggested, trying to sound casual despite the awkwardness of the situation. “It’s nearby, and I can clean your shirt. We can grab some food too.”
Lewis raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”
“Not at all,” she replied, forcing a smile. “I owe you one after the sneeze incident.”
With a nod of agreement, Lewis led the way to his car, and they drove toward her apartment. The atmosphere was light, but Lily felt a strange mix of embarrassment and annoyance. When they arrived, they spotted Mr. Wilson, their elderly landlord, chatting with another resident on the ground floor. Mr. Wilson squinted at Lewis, studying him for a moment before his eyes widened in recognition.
“Is that…?” he began, but Lily quickly waved him o
