Juniper's Pov
The soft glow of the candlelight dances over the polished silverware and the crisp white tablecloth as Theodore and I sit comfortably, exchanging lighthearted conversation. The elegant hum of the restaurant surrounds us, the quiet clink of glasses, the gentle murmur of other diners, and the distant melody of a live pianist playing in the background.
Just as I take a sip of water, our waiter, Ben, returns to the table, carrying a dark green bottle of wine with an intricate gold label and two delicate crystal glasses.
Theodore and Ben exchange a few words about the vintage and origin of the wine, something about it being a rare Bordeaux blend with deep notes of blackberry, oak, and a hint of dark chocolate. I try to listen, but honestly, I’ve never known much about wine. Ins
