Kieran sat at his desk late Thursday night, staring at his laptop. The blue glow from the screen lit his face as he scrolled through a list of weekend getaway spots, tabs cluttering his browser. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. This was harder than he thought.
He wanted it to be special. Not extravagant or flashy, because Clara wasn’t the type to enjoy that. She wasn’t someone who liked crowded places or expensive hotels for the sake of showing off. She liked quiet, personal moments... The kind where it felt like the world stopped moving for just the two of them.
His phone buzzed. A text from Amelia.
Amelia: What are you doing up this late?
Kieran smirked and typed back:
Kieran: Planning something.
Amelia: Dangerous. Should I warn Clara?
Kieran: Not funny.
Amelia: Relax.
