“I kinda miss drinking wine,” I said, trying to sound lighthearted as I picked up my cup of water. The rim was cold against my lips, but the taste was bland—empty. “If I were in my world right now, I’d probably be having a glass with my friends. Maybe at some rooftop bar, laughing about something completely meaningless.”
Zed looked up from the roasted chicken, his brows lifting slightly. “You miss your friends?”
“Of course,” I said without hesitation, leaning back in my chair. “I miss them a lot. I miss hanging out with them, staying out late, gossiping about things that don’t matter. It’s funny how you only realize how much you love the noise of your life when it’s suddenly… quiet.”
He didn’t say anything, but I saw the faint curiosity in his expression. So, I continued, chuckling soft
