"...how could you not remember?"
Lola's brows furrowed in confusion. "Remember what?"
Atlas's mouth parted, but before he could speak, his phone lit up on the counter. He clicked his tongue.
"Answer it first," she said, pinching his shirt with a small smile. "And I forgive you."
"It's not important."
"Has your phone ever rung for unimportant things?" She wiggled her brows. "Go. Let's talk later. I also have something to say, but… I don't think I'm ready yet."
Atlas studied her face, sighed, and gave in. He nodded, walked back, and picked up the phone. When he saw the name on the screen, his brows knit. He glanced at her, and she gave him a nod.
"Go."
Without another word, he quietly stepped onto the balcony connected to the kitchen. Lola watched him go, smacking her lips as she thought about what he'd said.
Her heart had ached at first, but it faded the moment he apologized.
