As he uttered those words, a tired sigh escaped his lips, and he sank down beside me on the plush sofa. The weight of exhaustion was evident in his posture, but he still managed to offer me a cup of tea—a gesture that held the promise of rejuvenation.
"Thanks," I replied gratefully, reaching out to accept the warm cup that he extended towards me. The porcelain felt delicate yet comforting against my palms, as if it held the power to banish weariness with every sip.
His eyes flickered towards the television screen in front of us, curiosity gleaming within them. A subtle change had come over him—no longer distant and aloof, but rather engaged and eager to connect. It was a stark contrast to his previous demeanor, where he had often brushed off my simplest inquiries without a second thought. This enigmatic quality was precisely what led me to label him a 'conundrum,' a puzzle that was both enticing and challenging to decipher.
