Henry's POV
After I left Camila's apartment, I called a cab to take me back to the hotel Helen had booked for me. As the car rolled through the quiet streets, I found myself genuinely smiling.
Camila had changed. She wasn't as guarded and cold as she once was. There was something softer about her now, something warmer. And for the first time, I felt like she was letting me in.
"Everything alright back there, mate?" the driver asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror.
I blinked, caught off guard. "Yeah, just... thinking."
"All good thoughts, I hope?"
"Yeah. Good ones," I replied with a small chuckle.
We rode the rest of the way in silence, but my thoughts didn't settle. I kept replaying the evening in my head: her smile, the way she looked at me, the unexpected kiss. Maybe it didn't mean anything... or maybe it meant everything.
I didn't even realize we'd arrived until the driver pulled up to the hotel curb.
"We're here, mate."
