NEXT MORNING
The moment Bella's phone call ended. She looked like someone waiting for a long-lost friend to arrive, her lips curved in a soft smile, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her pink dress, and her legs tapping against the floor like she couldn't sit still.
From the other end of the couch, Leo leaned back with a deliberate calm, one arm draped lazily over the armrest, his legs crossed as though he was completely unbothered. His phone rested in his palm, but his gaze kept straying over the screen to where Bella was sitting, her excitement practically radiating across the room. Every time she glanced at the clock or checked her phone, something sharp flickered in his eyes.
Jay, lounging nearby with a drink in hand, caught the change instantly. "Bro, can you stop being a walking freezer?" he muttered, squinting at Leo. "Bella's friend is coming. He's homeless! He might need help. Why are you acting like someone stole your favorite toy?"
