As I met Alexander's gaze, the blend of hope and anxiety in his eyes made my heart race. I understood his kindness and the vulnerability beneath his strong exterior, but I couldn't give him the answer he was hoping for.
"Alexander..." I began, my throat dry as I struggled to find the right words. "I'm touched by your confession, and I'm grateful that you feel this way..."
Before I could finish, I saw the light in his eyes dim, replaced by a deep sadness. He lowered his head, his fingers nervously tracing the edge of the tablecloth. "I understand... I'm sorry if I was too forward."
Seeing the hurt on his face stirred up a mix of emotions inside me. I couldn't return his feelings right now, but I didn't want to see him so heartbroken either.
"Alexander," I said softly, "to be honest, I'm
