Mira's soft voice broke the silence. "Eat with me," she murmured.
Zamian, ever the composed figure, simply nodded. His movements were deliberate as he gently removed the spoon from the ornate cloth, his calmness almost a stark contrast to the slight flutter in Mira's chest. She watched him for a moment, her heart dancing as he began to eat quietly. The room felt still, like the world had paused just for this simple, intimate moment between them.
Zamian glanced up, noticing Mira's gaze. His expression remained serene.
"Let's eat," he said, his voice low and steady.
Mira attempted to focus on her food, but the warmth radiating from Zamian's presence made it hard. She took a few bites, trying her best to act natural, though she could feel her cheeks warming under his gaze. Then, deciding to try the tea, she took a hesitant sip.
