Under the dimly lit ambiance of the restaurant, Brenda and Magnus sat across from each other, the clinking of silverware and murmurs of other diners forming a soft backdrop. Brenda's lips curved into a mysterious smile as she watched Magnus gulp down his glass of wine, his nervous energy practically radiating off him.
Her emerald eyes, filled with an unplaceable emotion, longing, perhaps?—lingered on him. Despite having known him for only a week, it felt inexplicably like years. "Why does it feel like we've shared so much more?" she wondered, the thought swirling in her mind.
Magnus, noticing her far-off gaze, waved a hand in front of her face. "Earth to Brenda? You okay?"
She snapped out of her thoughts, quickly masking her momentary vulnerability with a smirk. "Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing to worry about."
"You sure?"
