For a couple of days, Lea’s been staying at your apartment. Her items and her clothes and everything else in your apartment like she was living there. But she wasn’t.

Tonight, hearing Lea wake from her bad nights, you moved to the living room to where she was and saw her working on a puzzle.

You sat down beside her and she looked over at you. “You’re awake?” Lea asks, her fingers twirling a puzzle piece between her fingers.