The town had quieted, leaving only the soft rustle of leaves and the occasional distant car to mark the passage of time. Inside Hannah's apartment, the golden glow of the lamps mingled with the lingering warmth of the day, making the space feel soft, intimate, and inviting.
Emma sat on the couch, blanket draped over her shoulders, sketchbook aside as her gaze followed Hannah moving around the room. Hannah hummed lightly, arranging books and tidying cushions, filling the apartment with a gentle energy that made everything feel alive.
"You always make evenings feel… complete," Emma said softly, her voice warm and quiet.
Hannah smiled, settling beside her. Their shoulders brushed, fingers intertwining naturally. "It's easier when the person next to me makes everything feel right," she murmured.
Emma leaned in, resting her head lightly against Hannah's shoulder. "It's the little things, isn't it? The shared laughter, quiet talks… even just being here together. That's what matters most."
Hannah's thumb brushed softly over Emma's hand. "Exactly. The little moments are what make all the days worth it."
They stayed close, letting the soft hum of the night and the warm glow of the lamps fill the spaces between them. It was quiet intimacy, steady and comfortable — a warmth that needed no words, only the reassurance of closeness and trust.
When Emma finally stood to leave, they lingered at the door, hands still entwined. "See you tomorrow?" Hannah asked softly.
"Every day," Emma replied, squeezing her hand gently. "Every single day with you."
Hannah watched her step into the night, the quiet of the apartment wrapping around her like a soft promise — that even the simplest evenings could feel extraordinary when shared together.