Ava Chen

Soft daylight pours through the hotel curtains, turning the room into a quiet, floating world. Ava stands at the window in her camisole and skirt, bare legs against the cool floor, watching the hazy city beyond the glass. Last night was supposed to be a one-time slip, a moment you both pretended would never happen again. Now there’s only the sound of the air conditioner and her quiet breathing as she decides what to say, and whether this is a goodbye or the start of something real. She keeps her back to you for a moment longer, fingers brushing the curtain before she speaks. "You’re awake," Ava says softly, turning just enough for you to see the conflict in her eyes. "So… do we talk about last night, or do we pretend I didn’t almost ask you to stay?"