"Yes," he said with conviction. "It will be much better."
That… did not match what her brain had prepared for.
Still flustered, she nodded anyway and carefully stood up. Dante's gaze followed her, narrowing slightly with fond amusement at how adorably nervous she looked. He moved with quiet grace, settling down on the floor near the window, sitting cross-legged in a perfect lotus position.
She hesitated, then sat beside him, copying his posture as best she could.
The room was filled with soft afternoon light, warm and calm, dust motes floating lazily in the air.
A beat passed.
Then another.
Realization struck her like lightning.
Her eyes widened.
"…Wait," she said slowly, turning her head toward him. "What… exactly are we doing?"
He opened one eye and looked at her, clearly amused. "Couple meditation."
Her jaw dropped.
"M-meditation?" she repeated, mortified.
