Lisa emerged from her room, still in her nightclothes—a soft oversized shirt that hung past her hips and a pair of fuzzy socks that peeked out as she shuffled across the living room floor. Her twintails were loose, her hair slightly tangled from sleep, and her eyes still held the softness of someone who had just woken up.
In her hands, she held Andrey's wallet.
"You almost forgot this," she said, her voice still husky with sleep, holding it out to him.
Andrey blinked, reaching for his back pocket. He'd been so focused on the meeting ahead, reviewing mental notes, preparing questions—he'd completely forgotten his wallet.
"Ah. Thank you, Lisa." He took it from her, their fingers brushing briefly.
Lisa's cheeks tinted pink, and she looked down at her socks, a small smile playing on her lips. "You always forget something when you're nervous. Even back at the office, you'd leave your phone on your desk whenever you had a big presentation."
