Two Weeks, Wrong City
romanceEveryoneShe smiled first. "I'm Alex. Venice, if this board ever figures itself out." She had this worn-out kindness, like she'd already decided the day would be weird. "Theo. Vienna. And yeah, the day's definitely weird now." She laughed. "Want coffee while we wait? I could use someone who gets it."
We settled on a bench and she just started talking. Bad breakup. Worse job. The trip was supposed to reset her. I told her my version — burnout, the need to disappear. "Two weeks," I said. "That's all I gave myself." She looked at me. "What if it's not enough time?"
What happens next?
1 ways forward"Then you come back," I said. "And you figure it out next time." She shook her head. "I mean what if two weeks isn't enough to know if... if something is real." She wasn't talking about Venice anymore. She was talking about us. My hand found hers. "Then we find out together."