The end

Lila entered the room, her gaze sweeping over the sparse furnishings before settling on Kelvin's empty bed. She perched on its edge, hands folded in her lap—a picture of demureness that seemed at odds with her provocative attire.

"Can I get you anything?" Noah asked, suddenly aware that he was alone in his room with a girl who wasn't Sophie. "Water, maybe?"

"No," Lila replied, looking down at her hands. The silence stretched between them, uncomfortable and heavy.

Noah remained standing, arms crossed. "So... what did you want to talk about?"

Lila looked up at him, her eyes searching his face. "Why did you change? Toward me, I mean."

"Change?"

"After you and Sophie got together, you were cold. Dismissive." She tilted her head slightly. "But now you're... decent. Almost kind."