Noah arrived at Aria’s house just before sunset. The golden hue of evening sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains of her living room, bathing everything in a warm glow. She opened the door slowly, eyes searching his face.
" Noah?” Aria called, voice soft and uncertain.
He stepped in without waiting for an invitation, looking around like it was his first time in her space. “I have something to tell you,” he said simply.
She gestured to the couch, nervous. Her stomach churned—she couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever he was about to say would change things.
“I got promoted,” Noah finally said, settling beside her. “But it comes with a lot of traveling. Like... constant traveling.”
The words hung in the air.
“Oh,” Aria murmured, staring at her lap. “That’s… big.”
“Yeah. It’s a
