The rooftop restaurant sat high above the city like a secret garden in the sky. Warm golden string lights draped over flowering vines, and the skyline glittered below like scattered diamonds. Their table was tucked in a quiet corner, shielded by a low hedge of white roses, with a single candle flickering between them and soft jazz playing in the background.
Henry pulled out Andrea’s chair with easy grace, then took the seat across from her. The moment he sat down, his eyes found hers and stayed there–warm, steady, completely focused. No CEO mask. No teasing smirk. Just Henry looking at her like she was the only thing worth noticing tonight.
He ordered her favorite wine without asking, then leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table.
“Tell me something small,” he said, voice low and ge
