In the wine cellar, Anya and Damien leaned over a wooden table, with bottles of rich, aged wines and crystal glasses spread between them. Anya picked up an old bottle, examined the label, and then looked back at Damien with a mischievous grin.
"How about we play rock, paper, scissors to see who spills their secrets first?" Anya suggested, raising her brows playfully.
Damien's lips curled into a small smile. "Fine," he said, holding out his fist. "You're on."
They both counted down and threw their choices. Anya's rock crushed Damien's scissors. She let out a triumphant laugh. "Looks like you're up first," she teased.
Damien poured a generous shot into each of their glasses. They clinked them together, downed the drinks, and Damien sighed. "Alright," he started, with his eyes filled with vulnerability. "Here goes nothing."
