I closed the apartment door slowly, as if the slightest noise could collapse what was left of my balance.
The sound of the key turning in the lock was the only sign that I was alone. Again.
I tossed my bag onto the stained sofa and untied my apron with still-trembling hands. The image of him... sitting there, waiting for me as if he had the right. As if five months hadn't passed. As if everything had been suspended since that night.
Ravi.
Even the name felt like a whisper I avoided saying.
He stayed there for hours. Watching me. Waiting. And even when I tried to pretend, even when I looked away, my skin knew he was there. Like an echo in the depths of my chest.
And now he wanted to have lunch with me.
It was just lunch. Just one hour. But a part of me knew that once I sat at that ta
