Lila.
I was unable to respond to Max at the moment.
The following morning I awaked to the aroma of coffee. The strong scent wafted through the penthouse, sharply contrasting the lingering tension in the air from the previous night.
My thoughts revisited each word, every moment -the folder, the shadow, the caution message. I am just trying to be on the safer side rather than allow anyone to mislead me.
I entered the kitchen and saw Max by the counter with two steaming mugs placed in front of him. His sleeves were pushed up, his hair a bit unkempt. For a brief instant, he appeared nearly… ordinary.
"Good morning," he remarked, pushing a mug in my direction.
I was uncertain. "What is this?"
"Peace offering," he remarked, a slight smile playing on his lips.
I did not return the smile. I remain silent.
He positioned an empty chair beside him, using his hand to direct me to the seat. I sat down gently.
