Lola gracefully descended the staircase, her footsteps echoing through the house as she made her way to the dining room. As she entered, a heartwarming scene greeted her—Luis was already setting the table for breakfast. The elegant dining table, covered with a pristine tablecloth, was impeccably arranged for two. A bowl of fresh, plump strawberries took center stage, flanked by an assortment of toast bread, each piece distinctively shaped. A jug of freshly squeezed orange juice completed the tableau.
Luis looked dashing in a black shirt, a dark grey vest perfectly accentuating his attire. The color choice seemed to enhance his eyes, emphasizing the angular lines of his face. In her eyes, he was always handsome, no matter what he wore. He glanced up as Lola approached, a tender smile lighting up his face. She leaned in to give him a sweet kiss before taking her seat at the table.
