I found Jonathan waiting in the lobby.
Friday evenings always transformed Parker Wines into a completely different place. Laughter echoed through the building, conversations became louder, and everyone seemed lighter now that another exhausting week had come to an end.
I waved as soon as I spotted him.
He smiled back, but something was off.
His usual playful expression had vanished, replaced by an uneasy frown.
"Ready to introduce me to my future husband?" he joked, though the smile never quite reached his eyes.
"You don't sound very excited."
"I need to talk to you first."
His tone immediately caught my attention.
"What happened?"
Before he could answer, two coworkers appeared beside us, insisting we join everyone outside before all the good cocktails disappeared.
Jonathan shot
