The next morning, the sun filtered through the thin curtains of Lucas’s apartment, painting the walls in soft gold. Serena stirred awake, her body still heavy with the emotional weight of the past months, though her heart felt a little lighter. The faint aroma of coffee drifted into her room, and she smiled faintly, already guessing Lucas was up and in the kitchen.
Wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, she padded out of the room and into the kitchen. Lucas stood by the counter, his hair still tousled from sleep, pouring steaming coffee into two mugs.
"Morning," he greeted her with a warm smile, holding out a mug.
"Morning," Serena replied, accepting the coffee gratefully. She took a sip, savoring the comforting bitterness. "You’re up early."
Lucas shrugged, leaning against the count
