Evening had already draped the city in a warm, orange glow when Destene knocked lightly on Falcon's door, the sound barely more than a whisper against the quiet corridor. The door swung open almost immediately, as if he had been waiting, his tall frame blocking the entrance with that same cold, unreadable expression.
She flinched instinctively at his sudden appearance, but managed a teasing smile. "You answered quickly… were you waiting for me?" she said, attempting lightness, though Falcon's eyes remained fixed on her, unblinking, silent.
Destene clicked her tongue in mild frustration and muttered under her breath, "Killjoy… and your things have arrived." She pointed toward the neatly stacked packages by the door. Falcon gave a curt nod, silent as always.
Before he could say anything else, Destene bent down, grabbed one of the cartons, and stepped past him into the apartment without waiting for permission.
Falcon watched her for half a second—
