“My name is Lena,” she said quietly, managing a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“I’m Lucas,” he replied, keeping his voice low and steady—the tone you use when you know someone is already on edge. “Are you flying somewhere today?”
Lena hesitated. Her fingers tightened around the paper cup.
“I don’t know,” she admitted.
Then, after a pause, she added softly,
“I left.”
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