Adrien had been surprisingly insistent. "A day off, Isabella. A full Saturday. No emails, no work calls, no thinking about deadlines. Just... rest."
He'd even given me a small, wrapped box containing a fancy bath bomb, neck massager and a fluffy pair of socks. "For maximum relaxation," he'd added with a rare, soft smile.
And I had tried.
I really had.
I'd slept in a bit, walked around in my pajamas longer than usual, and even contemplated using the bath bomb. But by mid-morning, the silence in the house felt... strange.
Too quiet.
My hands felt idle. Resting, apparently, was harder than working.
I finally dragged myself out of bed around ten, pulling on a comfortable pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie that may or may not belong to Adrien.
Halfway to the kitchen I heard rapid‑fire button mashing and the metallic clash of virtual swords.
"Leo?" I called. "I know you hear me, Game Goblin."
still no answer — just the triumphant ding of a level‑up.
