Jessica sat in the dimly lit room, her mind racing with thoughts of her mother and the events that had led her to this moment. As she glanced at the handsome man beside her, also tied to a chair, she couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement.
"Are you okay, Jessica?" Enzo asked, his voice laced with concern.
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm okay, Mister Handsome."
He looked at her, confusion evident in his eyes. "Mister Handsome?"
"Well, I don't know your name," Jessica explained, her innocence shining through. "And you are very handsome."
Enzo chuckled despite their dire situation. He found it extremely adorable. Wasn't it crazy that having a blank memory led one to speak their mind with no restriction. Jessica didn't know whether certain thoughts were reserved to herself, she saw something, she said it.
"It's Enzo. My name is Enzo."
"Enzo," Jessica repeated, savoring the name. "It suits you."
