Adrian's apartment always had a distinctive aroma—a mixture of black coffee and sketchbooks scattered everywhere.Auree stood on the small balcony, looking at the afternoon sun that had just risen. The wind blew, shaking the ends of her hair that was left loose.
"Do you always like to be alone like this?" Adrian's voice came from behind. He had just come out of the kitchen carrying two mugs of hot chocolate.
Auree turned and smiled. "Only sometimes."
Adrian handed her a mug. "Still thinking about Xavier's attitude that you think has changed?"
Auree nodded slowly. She grabbed the mug, warmed her palms, then Adrian sat side by side on the balcony chair, sticking close to her.
"Adrian, have you ever felt... everyone is changing quickly, but you're still standing in the same place?"
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