Morning crept into the city quietly, sunlight spilling through glass towers and brushing against steel like it was afraid to disturb something important.
At this moment, the dining section at Riley's residence now has someone still a bit uh unfamiliar who is actually Stephanie as she was invited to join Riley in breakfast before they both go to work together.
And Riley Styles noticed something was wrong over breakfast.
Not wrong in the world-is-ending sense—he was painfully good at detecting that—but wrong in a small, almost irritating way. The kind of wrong that gnawed at the back of his mind because it didn't fit into any logical framework.
Stephanie sat across from him at the sleek kitchen counter, a mug cupped in both hands, steam curling around her face as she listened to him scroll through updates on his tablet.
