Eric’s POV:
The cocktail in my glass swirled gently, and I found myself staring at the cherry on the rim, lost in thought.
Cheryl had once called that white dress "okay," yet she always kept it close. Her little white lie was the same as before… stubborn but kind of endearing, making it hard not to tease her.
"Hey, Eric." A sugary voice broke through my reverie. I looked up to see Charlotte, the illustrator, approaching with her usual grace.
She stepped closer, tilting her body slightly, and as she leaned in for a cheek kiss, her soft lips brushed against my cheek, a deliberate and flirtatious move. " When am I gonna get a chance to model for you again?" she purred.
Whatever she meant, in public, it was only polite to go along with her and not make things awkward. So, I replied polite
