Arec's POV:
The elevator dinged softly as it reached the top floor. My fingers fidgeted with the keys in my pocket, a habit I'd picked up when I was nervous, though I didn't quite understand why I felt that way.
Spending time with Ella had become the highlight of my days, yet the closer we grew, the more I found myself second-guessing the smallest things.
Would she smile at me the way she did yesterday? Was I being too forward with the gifts? Did I text her too much today?
The elevator doors slid open, revealing the familiar entryway to the penthouse. I stepped inside, greeted by the faint scent of lavender, her favorite candle was burning again. I smiled.
"Ella?" I called out, my voice echoing slightly.
"In here!" Her voice came from the living room.
