"Isn't it the day after tomorrow you have to leave?" Evan asked, lying on the bed while checking the calendar for Aryan's shooting schedule.
"Yeah," Aryan replied, eyes still fixed on his video game.
"Then… will you spend some time with me tomorrow?" Evan asked hesitantly, his tone uncertain.
Aryan paused the game and turned to look at him. Seeing the quiet anxiety on Evan's face, a small, understanding smile touched his lips. He nodded in agreement. Aryan had already decided to move on from Marco — and spending time with Evan felt like his first step toward that.
The next evening.
When Aryan returned to his room after spending some time with Alisha, he found Evan standing before the mirror, carefully choosing clothes. Unlike before—when he would simply throw on whatever was at hand—this time, Evan seemed genuinely thoughtful, comparing one shirt after another.
"That white one suits you," Aryan said, offering his opinion.
