Sophia sat on the edge of their bed, tugging her heels on properly, when the chime of her phone went off. She looked down, almost certain it was another update from Lexie over their art exhibition in a few days, but her heart leapt at the message from Victor.
Victor: Running late, but I'll be there by eight. Just got a last-minute meeting. Sorry.
The text stared back at her as she bit her lip. The dynamics between them had changed in the past few weeks, shifting in ways she had least expected. The ice between them was melting, and Victor was slowly opening up to her, revealing behind the cold businessman facade a man who permitted glimpses of himself to her.
There was still a time like this, times when he would retreat, flinging himself back into work and shutting her out. She wondered
