Looking at Rose in that state was just too much for Poppy. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and vulnerability, and her words flowed in an unending, delightful stream of rambling. She looked incredibly cute, and the way she just couldn't stop talking made Poppy's heart swell with an unfamiliar warmth. The wine she took wasn't too strong, but it seemed to have a surprisingly potent effect on her.
He couldn't help but smile as he watched her gesticulating wildly, trying to make a point that even she seemed to lose track of halfway through. Each word that tumbled out of her mouth was a testament to her uninhibited state, and Poppy found himself captivated by her sheer openness. This was a side of Rose he hadn't seen before—unguarded, sincere, and utterly endearing.
"Who is it? The person that made you feel irritated," Poppy asked, hoping to find out easily. He leaned in, his curiosity piqued by her earlier statements.
