Amira pov
The afternoon drags slowly into evening, the soft hum of the city outside Maya’s apartment fading into something quieter something that feels like waiting.
I’m curled up on the couch, scrolling aimlessly through my phone when the vibration startles me.
It’s a message.
From Damien.
“I’ll pick you up by 7. Dinner. Just us”
That’s all it says. No explanation. No apology. Just a short, calm sentence that makes my heart skip anyway.
I stare at the screen for what feels like a full minute, unsure whether to be angry or relieved. After everything that’s happened the fights, the silence, the distance now he wants dinner?
“Who’s making you frown like that?” Maya’s
voice breaks my thoughts. She steps into the living room, hair wrapped in a towel, holding a mug of tea.
I hand h
