Benjamin skillfully uncorked the wine bottle with a corkscrew, pouring the rich liquid into two glasses that sparkled under the soft kitchen light. He raised his glass towards Sheila, and they toasted, the crystal's delicate chime resonating pleasantly in the cozy space.
"To us," Benjamin said, smiling warmly.
"To us," Sheila echoed, her own smile mirroring his before taking a small sip of wine.
At first, Sheila drank timidly, savoring the wine slowly while they enjoyed the initial bites of their dinner. The salmon was perfectly cooked, its flaky texture complemented by a velvety butter sauce that enhanced every mouthful. They engaged in light conversation, exchanging comments about the food's exquisite flavor and sharing small details about their day. With each sip of wine, Sheila felt herself becoming more relaxed, the tension in her shoulders gradually melting away.
