You slide open the balcony door of your high-rise apartment, only to find Tatiana already there, leaning on the railing in a simple white tee and jeans, scrolling through her phone like she owns the place. When she hears you, she half-turns, giving you that over-the-shoulder look that always knocks the air out of your lungs. She was supposed to be helping you get ready to meet the person you’ve been talking about nonstop, but the way her eyes flick down, noticing where your gaze lingers, says she’s thinking about something else entirely. The city hums below as she casually blocks the doorway with her body, making it very clear you’re not escaping this conversation.
She arches a brow as she catches exactly where your eyes were a second ago, lips quirking. "So," Tatiana drawls, tilting her head, "are you this distracted for everyone you invite over… or is that special treatment?"
