The soft golden light from the heating lamps created a warm glow around Einar and Vanessa as they both took their seats under the old and mighty oak tree in the depths of the garden. The autumn air was crisp, and the leaves that still clung to the branches rustled gently in the breeze. The rich aroma of coffee filled the space between him and the woman, who sat across from him, her posture poised and elegant.
For several minutes, they had sat in silence, each sip of coffee punctuated by the occasional sound of birds or the distant hum of the mansion's activities. Einar was not usually one to feel uncomfortable, but Vanessa's quiet presence was disconcerting.
Finally, unable to stand it any longer, he broke the silence first. "You are awfully quiet for someone who offered their company to me."
Vanessa looked up from her cup, a sheepish smile tugging at her lips.
