Samuel placed the plates on the table, the warm aroma of his cooking filling the room. He'd prepared a simple stir-fry—vibrant vegetables mixed with tender pieces of chicken. It was nothing elaborate, but there was a comforting warmth in its simplicity.
Zinnia looked down at the food, a small, surprised smile flickering across her face. "This looks great," she said, picking up her fork. "I'm still surprised you have this side to you, Mr. CEO."
Samuel let out a soft laugh, and the air between them seemed to relax. "There's a lot you don't know about me," he replied, taking his own seat across from her.
They began eating, settling into a quiet rhythm. For a few moments, they focused on their plates, the clinking of forks breaking the silence. But Samuel noticed the way her gaze drifted occasionally, as if she was far away in her thoughts.
"So," he said, trying to bring her back to the present, "how's the movie project going?"
