Is This... Love?

Hugo stepped into Lisa's apartment and felt like he had walked into a warm hug.

The place was exactly as he remembered—small but cozy, simple yet filled with charm. The kind of apartment that made you want to kick off your shoes and stay forever.

But did he pay attention to any of that?

No.

Because his eyes locked onto Lisa... and just like that—everything else disappeared.

She stood in the middle of the living room, halfway to the door, like an angel who had been caught mid step.

Her long, wavy dark hair cascaded down her back, slightly messy in the best way possible that made her even more beautiful.

Her golden brown skin glowed under the warm apartment lights.

She was wearing a single oversized T-shirt that hung off her slender shoulders.

It was baggy and loose, hanging just low enough to be decent but high enough to threaten Hugo's sanity.