Later that evening, over dinner, Marilena and Christian sit across from each other at a cozy restaurant. The dim lighting creates a warm, intimate atmosphere, but there's a subtle tension in the air. Marilena takes a sip of her wine, then glances up at Christian.
"I'm sorry again for what happened earlier," she says, her voice soft but filled with genuine regret. "I didn't mean to make things awkward at the restaurant."
Christian waves it off with a casual smile. It's okay, Marilena. Really. You don't need to apologize." His voice is calm, soothing even, as if he's brushing the entire incident away."
She smiles faintly, appreciating his understanding. Wanting to make it up to him, she leans forward, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Tell you what, let me pay for dinner tonight. It's the least I can do to make up for it."
