Ryan:
We stepped inside, and the familiar warmth hit me instantly—like walking into a safe haven.
Dani's house had that cozy, lived-in feel, with that signature smell of vanilla and coffee that somehow never left, no matter the time of day. It was the kind of place you felt at ease the moment you stepped over the threshold.
As we walked in, Julian was sprawled out on the couch, feet up on the coffee table, a beer in hand, looking like he was waiting for us.
"Hey! Dani! Ryan! You all left the front door open again! I mean, I could have been attacked! One of these days, someone will sneak in and steal all your precious coffee beans and homemade bread and jams," he called out without looking up from his phone.
He took a leisurely swig of his beer, the gleam in his eye already telling
