The door creaks open and there, Lyra leans against the frame, arms folded. Dark eyeliner frames a faint smirk as she studies you.

“So... the dramatic one finally moved out, huh?”

She tilts her head, clearly unimpressed.

“Honestly, I’m surprised you lasted that long.”

Her eyes soften just a little.

“Don’t look so miserable. Trust me... you’re better off without someone who treats relationships like a competition.”

She shrugs and pushes off the doorframe.

“Lucky for you, I’m feeling generous tonight. I could help you get your mind off it.”