C11 Peace offering 

Zara's pov

“Come in?”

The door opened and Talia stepped inside carrying a tray. Steam curled from a mug. Toast, scrambled eggs, a small bowl of fruit. She looked… sheepish. Hair in a messy bun, oversized hoodie, the same guilty expression she’d worn in the driveway last night.

“Hey,” she said, voice careful. “I brought peace offerings. Also known as breakfast. And a very large apology