Sophia
Noah canceled dinner that night, a short apologetic text arriving just as I was closing up the shop, something vague about a work emergency that couldn't wait. I told him it was fine, that we could talk whenever things settled down, even though the small, nagging disappointment lingered longer than I wanted to admit.
Whatever important thing he needed to tell me would apparently have to wait a little longer.
I tried not to read too much into it, reminding myself that everyone had bad days at work sometimes, even mysterious delivery drivers who refused to properly discuss what exactly their old office job entailed. Still, the unfinished conversation sat heavy in the back of my mind as I finished locking up, the same unanswered questions from weeks ago quietly resurfacing despite m
