Some stories don't begin with fireworks. Sometimes, they start with a seat taken, a quiet favor, a glance held too long. Claui wasn't supposed to be where she was, and Clive wasn't supposed to matter-until he did. But feelings sparked quietly in the small moments they shared, then slipped away just as softly. Now, when the noise has faded and the dust has settled... one question still echoes: What comes after?