Everly stood next to her car, still on a video call with Ivan. She chuckled, still twirling her hair and blushing. Suddenly, she gasped, taken aback, remembering that Sergei was waiting for her in the restaurant. "I have to go, Ivan. I'll see you later. Sergei must be worried sick by now since I told him I'd be back in less than a minute."
Ivan pouted, his eyebrows furrowed playfully. "But I don't want you to go," he whined, exaggerating his tone.
Everly giggled. "I have to, Ivan. You want me to come back early, don't you?"
He sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up in surrender. He watched Everly for a second, and his pout softened into a smile. "Fine, fine. Be safe. I love you, my dear."
Everly's blush deepened, and she chuckled, slightly embarrassed. "Love you too. Bye, Ivan,"
