Dayyan blinked, momentarily lost in the magnetism of Natasha's presence. Her invitation hung in the air, an unexpected but intriguing offer.
“Sure, that sounds great,” he said, shaking off the daze and quickly gathering his things.
They walked out of the office together, the city’s midday bustle a stark contrast to the calm of the office. Natasha led the way with an easy confidence, and Dayyan found himself enjoying her company more with each step. They chatted animatedly about their favorite foods, recent movies, and mutual interests. Natasha’s laughter was genuine and frequent, and Dayyan found himself laughing along, feeling a sense of ease he hadn’t expected.
The restaurant Natasha had chosen was a charming little spot with a rustic feel and a reputation for its eclectic menu. As th
