The days spent in Enzo’s apartment had felt slightly weird. Signs of him were all over the place - well, obviously, since it was his place - but they always made her feel like he’d be home that night. She would go out then come home to an empty apartment, often calling out an instinctive hello that was met with silence. They had just been reunited - it didn’t feel fair! She wanted to touch him, wanted to kiss him, wanted to reconnect so they could get right back on track to where they were. That was hard when he wasn’t around.
Walking into his apartment after a day of looking around at different shops, she reminded herself he wouldn’t be inside when she got there. She was texting a friend back, letting her know that she was okay and wasn’t sure when she would be home. However, when she glanced up from her phone, she saw Enzo standing in the living room.
“Oh my god!” Margot gushed instantly, setting her shopping bags and running to throw herself into his arms. He looked so much better than he had days ago - clearly healing up. “You’re here! I know I’m in your apartment, and you should be here but you’re here! Does that mean everything is fine? You’re okay?”
