I'm standing in the hallway outside Dante's room, hesitating. He's been holed up in his tech lair for hours, and knowing him, he's probably knee-deep in code, trying to fix the world's problems or whatever.
I glance at my phone, checking the time. Ethan should be here soon, but I know he's been helping Dante with some project. I can't help but feel a little weird about it. It's been days since we had a moment to ourselves.
I press my ear to the door, but all I hear is the faint hum of his computer and an occasional grunt. Sighing, I step away, deciding to just give him space. He's probably in one of his frustrated, in-the-zone modes where nothing and no one can break his concentration.
But then the door creaks open, and I turn just in time to see Ethan walking down the hallway toward me. He's carrying two cups of coffee—one in each hand—and his usual smirk, like he's done something sneaky.
