Lior’s POV
Aurelia stands there, polished as ever, lips curved in a bright smile that feels staged. She waves lightly, as if she’s been expected.
I drag in a breath, scratching the bridge of my nose before I speak. “What are you doing here?” My voice comes out low, clipped.
She feigns surprise, widening her eyes a little. “Come on, Lior. Is this really how you welcome your childhood friend?” Her tone drips with mock offense, softened by a shrug. “You’ve been refusing to take my calls, and when I rang home, no one answered. So…” She tilts her head, smiling like she’s in control. “I decided to come find you myself.”
“Well, bad timing,” I say, my tone even but sharp enough to cut. “I’m very busy, and as you can see, I was about to step out. So I suggest you turn back.”
“Okay, okay,” she
