Lana’s smile faded slightly.
Her fingers tightened subtly around her cup.
For a moment, she said nothing.
Then—
Quietly.
“Not everyone is like you and Zayn… you are more than fireworks together. But, last time I had fireworks…” she began.
Her voice softened.
“…and look how it ended up: I got burned.”
The words were simple.
But heavy.
And even without a name—
Lena understood exactly who she meant Martin.
Silence settled between them again.
Lena listened to her sister in silence, her expression soft but thoughtful, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her cup.
When Lana finished, trying to sound more certain than she truly felt, Lena reached across the table and squeezed her hand gently.
“If he makes you happy,” she said quietly, “then that’s what matters.”
Lana nodd
