Ever since that night, Ryan's demeanor shifted noticeably, imbued with an unexpected sweetness and attentiveness that caught me off guard. Whether we were out with Tina and Ashton or I was simply lounging in his bar, engrossed in my own world, his gestures of care were unmistakable.
However, I found myself hesitating to broach the subject with him. I didn't want to seem presumptuous or needy, so I opted to ignore the subtle changes in our dynamic, dismissing them as insignificant.
As Tina and I scoured through the racks of men's clothing, searching for the perfect gift for Ryan, she couldn't help but probe into the nature of our relationship.
"What are you getting for him?" Tina inquired, her curiosity piqued.
I paused, uncertain. "I haven't decided yet," I admitted, my fingers skimmin
