Maple Hollow had quieted for the night, the streets glowing softly under the gentle light of streetlamps. Inside Hannah's apartment, the golden glow of the lamps and the lingering warmth from the day made the space feel safe, calm, and intimate.
Emma was curled up on the couch, blanket wrapped around her shoulders, sketchbook set aside. Her eyes followed Hannah as she moved about the room, tidying, humming softly — her presence alone giving the apartment a sense of life and comfort.
"You make evenings feel… complete," Emma said softly, her voice warm and gentle.
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 her head lightly against Hannah's shoulder. "It's the little things, isn't it? The quiet talks, the shared laughter… just being together. That's what makes it all perfect."
Hannah's thumb brushed over Emma's hand. "Exactly. The little moments are what make all the days worth it."
They lingered close, letting the soft hum of the night and the gentle glow of the lamps fill the spaces between them. It was quiet intimacy — steady, reassuring, full of warmth — the kind that didn't need words, only the comfort of presence.
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 apartment around her feeling like a soft promise — that even ordinary evenings could feel extraordinary when shared together.