Julian
The Lisbon investors called again on a Tuesday morning, patient but clearly expecting an answer soon, the opportunity too promising for them to hold indefinitely while I continued deliberating.
I hadn't told Sebastian about the call yet, mostly because I wasn't entirely certain myself what I wanted to do with the offer now that the circumstances driving it had changed so completely. Six months ago, Lisbon had represented an escape, a way to build a life and a career that didn't depend on Sebastian ever finding the courage to choose me openly. Now that he had, now that we walked through doors together in broad daylight, the offer felt different, though I couldn't quite articulate how.
"You've got that face again," Marisol observed, finding me staring at my phone in the restaurant'
