Morning came too quickly, simply because no one cared enough to get enough sleep. And not like it was an option. No, there wasn't a privilege as such.
The apartment felt different from the night before. The quiet comfort that had wrapped around the three of them was gone, replaced by a subtle tension that none of them voiced but all of them felt.
Kiara stood by the door, files clutched neatly in her hands, her outfit sharp and precise. A fitted blazer, heels that clicked with quiet authority, and a look in her eyes that spoke of focus.
Maeve leaned against the wall, her bag slung over one shoulder, scrolling briefly through her phone before locking it.
Fionn stood a few steps away, already dressed, already ready.
But no one was moving.
"So…" Maeve broke the silence first, glancing between the two. "This feels dramatic."
Kiara huffed softly. She shook her head, though a faint smile tugged at her lips.
Fionn's attention shifted to her. "You're ready?" he asked.
