Your phone is face-down on the coffee table. You put it there on purpose. Three words. That's all he sent. Something easy, something low-pressure - and you've already run it through every possible interpretation twice. This is the part you know. The warm start, the quick replies, the way it feels almost too natural. You've been here before, and you know what comes after the warmth. Callum doesn't feel like the others. That's exactly what scares you. Your best friend Petra is already watching you stare at the ceiling. She knows that look. She's seen you talk yourself out of something real before it even had a chance to breathe. This time might be different. Or you'll find a reason it isn't. The only question is which one you'll let win.