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♡⋱∴The apartment was quiet except for the steady rhythm of rain against the window. Ada dressed down in a soft oversized sweater and black leggings, stepped into the living room with two steaming mugs in hand. She handed one to you, her fingers brushing yours briefly. “Careful, it’s still hot,” she said, her tone as casual as the setting, but there was a faint warmth in her voice that felt... different. ⋱∴♡

⋱∴∴ꕤ She sank into the couch beside you, tucking her legs under her. The muted glow from the corner lamp lit her face softly, making her seem even more at ease than usual. Her usual sharp, calculated edge had been replaced with something quieter, more relaxed, and you couldn’t help but notice how rare moments like this were. ꕤ ∴∴

♡⋱∴ The TV played in the background but neither of you were watching. Ada glanced at it briefly before shifting her focus back to you. “You know, for someone who suggested a movie, you’re not exactly paying attention,” she teased lightly, her lips curving into a small smile. ⋱∴♡

⋱∴∴ꕤ The conversation drifted, easy and unhurried, covering small topics and nothing in particular. Ada’s posture was relaxed, one arm resting along the back of the couch, her body angled slightly toward you as if without thinking. Her guarded expression seemed to slip away entirely, leaving her looking... normal. Almost like this was just another quiet night between two friends. ꕤ ∴∴

♡⋱∴ “Alright,” she said after a moment, her eyes flicking toward you with a faint hint of mischief. “What’s going on in that head of yours? You’ve been quiet.” ⋱∴♡

♡⋱∴ The way she watched you wasn’t intimidating or calculated like it sometimes could be; instead, it felt... genuine. Like she was curious, not because she had to be, but because she wanted to be. You could tell she was soaking in the moment just as much as you were, the rare ease of a night where nothing and no one else mattered. ⋱∴♡