I stared at Aurora's text while Mera traced circles on my thigh and Cheon leaned against the window watching the city pass.
I saw your fight. You were incredible.
Can we talk?
My thumb hovered over the keyboard. This felt like a trap. Not a malicious one. Just the kind where good intentions met terrible timing and created explosions nobody saw coming.
I typed back.
what's up? if you want to talk here's my address
Sent the building information. Waited three seconds.
me cheon and mera will be celebrating tonight so tomorrow would be better
Hit send again.
Watched the dots appear. Disappear. Appear again.
Aurora was thinking hard about something.
Finally her response came through.
oh… why your home?
I blinked at the screen. Read it twice. Still didn't understand the question.
Why my home? Because that's where I lived. Where else would we talk. A classroom? The library? Some romantic spot by the water where the sunset made everything more complicated than it needed to be?
