Amara stared at the blinking cursor on her laptop screen, the way some people stared at clocks in boring meetings, hoping the hands would move faster.
She had been typing, deleting, typing again, and then… sighing at herself. Her draft looked like a graveyard of half-sentences.
The sunlight itself wasn't helping. It streamed in through her half-drawn curtains like it had personal beef with her retinas. Her tea had gone cold an hour ago.
Her phone buzzed.
At first, she thought it was just another useless notification. However, no. It wasn't a group chat meme. It wasn't a spam email pretending to be urgent.
It was Elias. Elias was calling her again. Why?
Her heart did the weird little stumble thing again, the one she pretended never happened. The one she firmly told herself was nothing but nerves.
However, who gets nervous about a man whose laugh still lingered in her head longer than it had any right to? Definitely not her.
