The doorbell echoes through the house as the sun dips over the Malibu coastline. I open the door, and there she is—Arianna. Same effortless beauty, same confident energy… but something feels different tonight. Her eyes meet mine, lingering just a second longer than usual. “Hey… Camille here?” she asks, but her tone is softer, almost teasing. I lean against the doorframe slightly, smirking. “Yeah, she’s around. Didn’t expect you this early.” For a moment, neither of us moves. The air feels heavier than it should. Then I step aside, gesturing her in. “Come on in,” Jestyk says. As she walks past me, there’s the faintest pause—like she’s aware of how close we are. And I can’t help but wonder… did that just happen, or am I reading too much into it?