Leila met her behind the café the next day. "I think it's time to start slowly being seen together," she said.
Amina's stomach flipped. "You mean… like… small public moments?"
Leila nodded. "Yes. Small, safe, intentional. Step by step."
Amina felt both terrified and exhilarated. For the first time, she imagined holding Leila's hand openly, not just in secret.