LILY
By the time we had our second meeting, I realized something I hadn’t prepared myself for.
This was easy.
I sat across from Ronald in the quiet corner of the library, my notebook open, pen resting between my fingers as I skimmed through the points we had outlined so far. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a soft glow across the table, and for a moment, it felt like nothing had ever gone wrong between us.
Like the resort never happened.
“Your argument is too broad,” he said, his voice calm but firm as he tapped lightly on the edge of my notebook. “You’re saying information should be tailored to the audience, but you’re not specifying how.”
I looked up at him, slightly taken aback, not by the critique but by the way he said it, no teasing, no smirk. Just focus.
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