The car came to a slow stop outside the apartment complex, the soft hum of the engine dying as Olivia shifted into the park.
The London night buzzed around them; the city was always alive, even at this hour.
Izan stared out of the window for a moment, his mind still on the whirlwind of the day.
"Here we are," Olivia said, her voice a little softer than usual, the atmosphere in the car thickening as she cut the engine.
"Yeah," Izan murmured, glancing at her as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
They both lingered for a moment, almost uncertain of the next move, before Izan slowly opened the door.
...............
Izan stepped into the apartment, his sneakers leaving faint echoes on the polished floors as he dropped his bags by the door.
Olivia, who had followed him in, stood by the couch, her posture a mix of curiosity and a subtle hesitation.
The apartment felt quieter than usual, more empty in the absence of the usual buzz.
