"What you did yesterday… Did you mean it? Or were you just playing with me to take advantage?" she asks, her serious gaze locking onto mine.
Her words hang in the air, but I keep my expression calm. Instead of replying, I place my hand over hers, which is resting on the table, gently rubbing it.
"W-What are you doing?" she stammers, quickly pulling her hand away. I take that as my cue to answer.
"I wouldn't dare flirt with you if I didn't mean it," I say, my tone sincere. "To be honest, I believe beautiful and kind women deserve to be appreciated. Your humble approach yesterday caught me off guard and made me want to talk to you. As for your age—age is just a number, especially now that humans can live hundreds of years while still looking youthful. Besides…" I pause, locking eyes with her. "I can tell you're not happy in your marriage."
