After the dinner, the two of them moved to the kitchen, their voices light as they cleaned up together. Simon washed the dishes while Olivia dried, the rhythmic sound of water running filling the otherwise quiet space. There was something strangely comforting about this—the mundane task of tidying up, the way Simon was careful with the dishes, his movements steady and deliberate. It was almost... normal. For once, Olivia didn’t feel the pressure of everything she’d been carrying—the constant rush, the expectations, the need for control.
"You're so much better host than a five-star restaurant," Olivia said with a playful smirk as she handed him the last of the silverware.
Simon chuckled, wiping his hands on a towel. "
Maybe I should open my own place. You could be the manager."
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