Sunshine filtered through the dusty blinds of Pete’s cramped apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk where Gabor pored over his economics textbook. The hum of the city below was muffled by the occasional laughter drifting up from the courtyard, but all Pete could focus on was the way Gabor’s brow furrowed in concentration, his full lips slightly parted as he chewed on the cap of his pen. Pete leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the way Gabor’s fingers tapped restlessly against the textbook—nervous habit or anticipation, he couldn’t tell. The younger man was oblivious to Pete’s gaze, …