Kyler's POV
The streetlights painted streaks of gold over the pavement as they walked, both of them wobbling slightly—not from exhaustion, but from the two-thirds of a wine bottle they’d polished off back at the restaurant. The soft evening breeze tugged at Tatie’s hair as she stumbled sideways into Kyler, laughing.
"You’re heavy-footed," she teased, her voice lilting. "Like a horse. Or a very tall goat."
Kyler snorted. "You’re the one listing sideways like a drunk pirate."
She grinned, cheeks rosy with wine and amusement. "Still unfair. You told me everyone else’s life stories. But you never told me yours. Kyler Donner, the great enigma."
He didn’t flinch. Instead, he offered her a tilted smile. “That’s because no one wants to hear the origin story of a guy who peaked at seven.”
Tat
