Emilia went to the kitchen with made-up caution, and her stomach filled with knots, making her nerves fly everywhere. She had prayed not to run into Leonard.
Since in her head, the events that stilled between her and Leonard were much more difficult to process.
But fate, as it always seemed, had different plans
She managed to find him leaning casually against the counter, taking small sips from his favourite coffee mug like nothing out of the ordinary happened. Maybe she should too, forget everything and move on.
“Hey,” Leonard greeted casually, “How was your afternoon?”
Emilia blinked, momentarily thrown off by how effortlessly he was pretending the gun incident had never happened.
She had forced a small smile, her body taking her to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle, twist
