Свой ник, а также аватар, можно изменить в настройках своего профиля.
Scarlett’s laugh was shorter this time. “Two months used to be an eternity. Now it’s an email.”
Scarlett Rose kept her phone face-down on the café table, the November light slicing through the steam of her latte like a promise. Across from her, Dakota Qu tapped the edge of his cup, eyes tracing the chipped rim as if reading some invisible map.
He smiled, a small, apologetic tilt. “I didn’t plan for this to land on us like a deadline. But I don’t want to wait until we’re both ghosts in other people’s stories.”
