LIORA'S POV
After an exhausting day at work, I climbed out of the taxi, stretched, and felt a wave of relief wash over me. Just as I reached my apartment building, I glanced over and saw Ronan getting out of his car. My heart skipped a beat.
“Hey!” I called out, waving as he walked toward his building.
He barely looked at me, raising a hand in a quick, dismissive wave, then turned on his heel and disappeared through his door without even a hint of a smile.
I frowned, feeling a flicker of frustration. Was he avoiding me? I stared after him, bewildered. “For real?” I muttered, looking around as if the empty street might provide an answer.
Shaking off my confusion, I went inside, craving a hot shower to wash away the day. The cold water jolted me awake, but my mind was anything but calm. What was with Ronan? He should have been here by now, or at least… something felt off.