Morning came faster than expected and with no softening.
I was dressed and in the kitchen before Lucas woke up. The kitchen was quiet, the light early and low. I stood at the counter with coffee and told myself to be sensible.
Sensible looked like this: nothing had happened. A conversation, some honesty, a word. Lucas had interrupted before anything required navigating. Nobody had to decide anything.
This was a convenient framing. The honest one was: something had shifted. Not dramatically, no declaration, no resolution. In the way real things shift, which is quietly and completely, in a direction you cannot un-see.
I drank my coffee and told myself to be sensible and was approximately forty percent successful.
Adrián came in at half past seven.
He looked at me. I looked at him. The
