The restaurant's dim lighting cast a warm, intimate glow over the tables, enhanced by flickering candles and the occasional sparkle of glassware. Soft jazz filled the space, a gentle hum that seemed to drift and weave around the diners. Roberto sat across from Kylie, or "Kyls," as she had recently insisted, feeling the weight of a thousand unspoken words hovering between them. His gaze traced her face, lingering on the way the candlelight caught her features—her dark, cascading hair, and those deep blue eyes that held worlds he longed to explore.
He reached across the table, hesitating before gently brushing a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. His fingers lingered for just a moment longer, savoring the softness of her skin.
"If you could see the way you’re looking at me right no
