Killian
We left the restaurant, and the night seemed to have a special shine, as if the universe was conspiring in our favor. The air was slightly cool, and the soft sound of our voices filled the silence with the street. We walked side by side to the car, and although we didn't exchange many words along the way, the energy between us was palpable.
"Did you like dinner?" I asked, casting her a sideways glance as we walked.
"I enjoyed the company more," Emma replied with a smile that seemed to light up the night.
"Good answer."
"I'm full of them," she replied, her tone slightly provocative.
Arriving at the car, I opened the door for her, a gesture that seemed old-fashioned but one that she always appreciated. Emma looked at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Do you do this just
