Page 91 of Before Dawn

Mikkel’s text echoed in my mind as Adeline called me into her office. She complimented my work ethic, which was a nice boost. After thanking her, I wrapped up my shift and headed home, exhaustion creeping in. Just as I sank into the couch, a knock at the door yanked me back to reality.

Azzaria’s cheerful voice rang out. “Hey, it’s me!”

I dragged myself to the door, finding her holding a beautifully decorated chocolate cake. “I baked this for you!”

“Sweet heaven, thank you!” I grinned, taking the cake as she walked in.

We settled in the living room, the cake’s aroma filling the air as I cut us each a piece. “You look wiped,” Azzaria remarked.

“You think?”

“How was work?” she asked, taking a bite.

“It was good. Adeline gave me some positive feedback from customers. Felt nice to hear.”

“I knew you’d kill it there,” she smiled. “You’re great with people.”

“Thanks, Azzy. How about you?” I asked, savoring the cake.

“It’s good! Had fun baking and started a new project at work, but we’ll talk about that later,” she said, leaning back.

“I’m glad. And seriously, this cake is amazing. You should open a bakery.”

She laughed. “Dillon says the same thing.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You baked for him? That’s next-level.”

She chuckled, but there was a hint of hesitation in her voice. “Yeah... he’samazing.”

“What’s going on? You sound off.”

“It’s just... sometimes I wonder if it’s all gonna crash.”

“I get it, but you deserve happiness. Life’s been tough, but don’t sabotage it if he makes you happy.”

She sighed, looking down at her hands. “I needed to hear that.”

“You know I’m always here for you,” I nudged her playfully. “Let the good stuff happen. You’ve been smiling non-stop. It’s clear you’re happy.”

She rolled her eyes, but her grin betrayed her. “I really am happy.”

“See? He checks all your boxes. You’ve won.”

She laughed, almost choking. “I wouldn’t say I’ve won.”

“You deserve him,” I said, leaning back. “I’m happy for you. Just don’t overthink it.”

She looked at me, her expression softening. “Thanks. I needed to hear that.”

“Just let yourself enjoy it,” I smiled.

“Will do.”

After more chatting and laughing, Azzaria stood. “Alright, I should go. Early day tomorrow.”

I walked her to the door. “Thanks again for the cake.”

“Anytime. We’ll catch up soon,” she hugged me before grabbing her purse.

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