Dante lingered at the door, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. He held a small gift bag in his hand, his knuckles turning white as he gripped it tightly.
“Dante,” Sofia said, her voice soft but filled with surprise.
He cleared his throat, taking a hesitant step into the room. “I didn’t… I mean, I just wanted to drop this off. For you.”
He extended the bag toward Sofia, who accepted it with a smile that made him visibly relax.
“Thank you, Dante,” she said warmly.
He nodded, his gaze flickering briefly to me before darting away. “You’re welcome. I, uh, hope you’re feeling better.”
“I’m fine,” Sofia replied, her tone teasing. “But you seem a little… nervous?”
Dante’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and he took a step back. “I should go. Get some rest, Sofia.”
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