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I stepped into the dining room, and the first thing I noticed was that Roman was already there, seated at the table, his posture straight, his hands resting in front of him… though he wasn’t eating yet.
“Good morning, Luna,” he said, his voice calm, steady.
“Good morning, Roman,” I replied, smoothing the hem of my top and trying to mask my surprise. I couldn’t help the small, almost mischievous smile that crept onto my face. It was rare to see Roman down here for breakfast—rare for him to step out of his routine.
“You came down for breakfast,” I said, sliding into the chair across from him. I raised my eyebrows slightly, trying not to sound too surprised, though I couldn’t help it.
Roman shrugged just slightly, a small tilt of his head that seemed casual, yet everything about the
