The rooftop of their Parisian apartment was a pocket of quiet above the city's golden glow. From up here, the soft hum of laughter and clinking glasses from nearby cafés felt distant, like a song playing on low volume. The Eiffel Tower twinkled in the distance, its light reflecting in Ava's eyes as she leaned against the wrought-iron railing, exhaling slowly.
Ryan stood beside her, hands in his pockets, stealing glances at her every few moments.
For the first time in days, there was no competition, no plotting Julian, no matchmaking mishaps. Just the two of them and the vast expanse of the Parisian skyline.
"You okay?" Ryan asked after a beat.
Ava let out a slow breath, gripping the railing a little tighter. "I don't know."
Ryan's brows furrowed. "That's not like you."