Julian changed after that.
He wasn't warmer, exactly—but he became more present. He reviewed her proposals in person. Asked for her opinion in meetings. Stood beside her instead of across from her.
And once, when Aiden fell asleep on a studio chair, Julian carried him out to the car without a word.
Nora found herself watching him more closely. The way his expression softened around Aiden. The way he seemed both burdened and isolated.
One evening, she stayed late to finish a design outline. When she emerged from the elevator, she found Julian already in the lobby, coat over his arm.
"I'll drive you," he said.
"No need," she replied.
"I insist."
The car ride was quiet. Aiden dozed off in the back seat. Nora watched raindrops streak across the window, unsure of how to break the silence.
At a red light, Julian spoke.
"I don't think I've ever met someone like you."
Nora turned to him, startled.
But just then, Aiden stirred in the back, murmuring in his sleep.
The moment passed.
By the time they reached the village gate, Julian simply said, "Goodnight."
But Nora sat in the car for a long moment after he left.
Wondering what he might have said—if the timing had been just a little different.