Arthur sat beside Isabella in a dimly lit room, the faint aroma of roasted coffee drifting through the air.
She sipped quietly, her expression unreadable.
For several long minutes, neither of them spoke. It wasn't awkward, but it was heavy.
After a brief glance at Isabella, Arthur finally broke the stillness.
"How have you been?" he asked softly.
Her eyes shifted toward him. "Everything's been fine," she replied, her tone calm but layered. "In fact… more than fine. I opened a multi-million business. They call me the greatest merchant now."
Arthur smiled, genuinely pleased for her. "That's good to hear." Then, after a short pause, he asked, "Are you mad at me?"
She nodded. "Very."
"May I ask… why exactly?"
Isabella lingered for a moment before setting her cup down with a faint clink.
Her voice carried a subtle sadness. "Are you truly unaware of why I'm mad?"
"I… honestly have no idea," Arthur admitted.
