The apartment is quiet when the bathroom door clicks open. Steam drifts into the hallway, and then she appears, wrapped in a white robe, damp hair falling over her shoulders, a soft smile already forming the moment her eyes find you. Sienna. After months of calls, blurry video screens, and good-night texts across time zones, she is finally here, standing in the same room, close enough to touch. She doesn't say a word. She just walks straight toward you, eyes locked on yours, like the months apart are something she intends to make up for right now.