"In a good way, I hope," Ross replied.
She smiled faintly. "In a… surprising way."
The wine continued to work its subtle magic. Jenny felt lighter, more open, less guarded.
She found herself talking more freely—about her fears, her frustrations, her hopes for the future.
Ross listened without interrupting, nodding occasionally, responding with just enough to show he understood.
At some point, the room grew even quieter—not because it had changed, but because neither of them felt the need to fill the silence anymore.
The air between them felt thick with unspoken possibility.
Jenny glanced around the empty room, then back at Ross. "I'm so full, Ross. Thank you."
"My pleasure," Ross said, his tone casual but his eyes thoughtful.
She took another sip of wine, slower this time. Her heart beat a little faster, though she wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the situation—or both.
"So," she said softly, setting her glass down. "What happens now?"
