Ben paced along the yacht's deck, the evening wind tugging at his collar as he waited, anxious and uncertain. Tonight's dinner was meant to be a turning point… a chance for him and Melanie to connect beyond friendship, but after his confession earlier, he'd told her he'd understand if she didn't want to come and have this romantic date with him.
When a car finally arrived, Ben's heart leapt, his face lighting up with hope. But then he saw William step out, his expression somber. As he walked around to face Ben, he shook his head slightly, his shoulders lifting in a helpless shrug.
'She didn't come…' Ben thought. His heart sank, and his gaze fell, focusing on the polished leather of his shoes as he tried to absorb the disappointment.
