The next morning, Asli woke up to something unusual.
Calm.
No shouting. No tension.
Just… calm.
She stepped into the kitchen and froze.
Breakfast was already prepared.
Fresh. Warm.
Carefully arranged.
She frowned. "Who made this?"
"No one you need to thank."
Ferhat's voice came from behind her.
She turned. "You?"
He shrugged slightly. "You didn't eat last night."
That surprised her.
"You noticed?"
"I notice everything."
Asli looked at the food again.
Then back at him.
"You didn't have to."
"I know."
A small silence settled between them.
Different from before.
Softer.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
He didn't respond.
But he didn't walk away either.
And somehow…
That meant more.