The night wrapped around them like a cozy blanket, the dark sky twinkling with stars and making the city feel alive.
Inside the apartment, the lights were dim and inviting, throwing soft shadows on the walls filled with photos and art. Ayla kicked off her comfy slippers, the soles barely making a sound against the smooth wooden floor, and Liam followed her in, his eyes darting around as if trying to take it all in.
"So," he said, dropping his bag by the door with a light thud. "This is where the magic happens?"
She chuckled softly, a playful smile on her face. "The magic of me freaking out over deadlines and always losing my charger, yeah."
"I feel special," he replied, grinning as he wandered further inside, his fingers lightly brushing against a soft throw blanket on the couch.
