(Ayra's POV)
"Hello, Ayra," Kyle said, his voice smooth—almost too casual.
My heart skipped a beat—not in the good way it used to when we were together, but in a panicked, uneasy way.
Slowly, I turned around, and there he was—Kyle, standing at the door with his ever-charming, sheepish grin.
"Didn't mean to scare you," he said, stepping inside casually, as though he owned the place. "I thought I'd surprise you."
The sight of him made my stomach twist, not with excitement, but with discomfort.
"Kyle," I said, masking my unease with a polite smile. "What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting to see you."
I managed to keep my voice steady, though my hands tightened around the coffee cup.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His piercing green eyes scanned the room.
"I wanted to see you. Is that a problem?"
