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"You know," Julian said softly, his shoulder brushing hers, "Mark always said he was the lucky one. I never really understood the extent of it until tonight."

Around 10:00 PM, the power flickered and then died, plunging the house into darkness. Elena gasped, but Julian’s calm voice immediately grounded her. "Stay put. I saw some candles in the hallway earlier." "You know," Julian said softly, his shoulder brushing

"Don't be silly," Elena smiled, drying her hands and joining him at the bar. "Mark would never forgive me if I sent you to a hotel. Besides, I finally get to hear the real versions of those college stories." "Stay put

Julian sat at the small breakfast bar, a half-empty glass of wine in front of him. He and Mark had been inseparable since college, but Elena had only seen him at weddings and the occasional holiday party. To her, he was the "legendary Julian"—the subject of countless stories, yet still a stranger in many ways. Besides, I finally get to hear the real

"I really appreciate you letting me crash here on such short notice," Julian said, breaking the silence. His voice was low and carried a warmth that made the chilly evening feel a little brighter.

The rain drummed a steady, rhythmic beat against the kitchen window as Elena finished the last of the dinner dishes. Her husband, Mark, was still stuck at the office—a casualty of the end-of-the-month rush. He had called an hour earlier, his voice weary, asking if she’d mind keeping his best friend, Julian, company. Julian had arrived in town for a surprise visit, only to find Mark tied to his desk.