Vivian York looked at him, speechless for a moment.
Ethan Hayes noticed she wasn't speaking and hesitated as he reached to hold her hand, but just as he raised it, he let it fall without a trace.
After a moment of silence, Ethan cautiously said to Vivian, "I meant it when I said I like you."
Vivian looked up, his eyes shimmering with anticipation and seriousness. His pale lips parted slightly, and then he spoke in a low, gentle voice, "I'm not drunk, I'm very clear-headed."
The moonlight behind him cast a serene glow, but his earnest expression seemed like a breathtaking painting, impossible to look away from.
Vivian only felt her heart pounding wildly. She forcibly turned her head, looking at the lush grove nearby, trying to make her voice sound calm as she said, "Got it."
