The early morning sun peeked through the windows, casting a warm glow over the modest kitchen. Liam stood by the counter, slowly spreading butter over a few slices of bread. His movements were calm but focused, the quiet hum of the fridge the only sound in the room.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence. Ava dashed down the stairs, tugging at her shirt as she buttoned it, her hair still slightly damp from a rushed shower. She had that familiar look of someone chasing time, and Liam immediately looked up, his face filled with concern.
"Morning," he greeted softly, watching her fumble with her bag.
"Are you okay?" he asked again, his brows furrowing. The care in his voice was undeniable.
Ava paused briefly, rubbing her temples and letting out a breath.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little hungover," she replied, clearly still feeling the effects of the previous night.
Liam gave a small nod of understanding.
