"I'll wait for you at the university gate. Our usual spot."
"Got it."
Marcus ended the call, his pulse already picking up. This was only his second date with Anya, yet the anticipation hit him like a shot of adrenaline. He tore through his wardrobe, yanking shirts from hangers and tossing them aside, searching for something that did not make him look like he had just rolled out of bed. Dates with Anya always did this to him. They made him restless, keyed up, almost irrationally excited, though even he could not fully explain why.
As he reached for a clean shirt, his hand stopped. Folded neatly on the shelf were clothes he and Lily shared, arranged with quiet care, still carrying the faint scent of fresh laundry. It was unmistakably Lily's doing.
Marcus froze.
