Before Dimitry could think of a response, Claire had already decided. "Let's get coffee," she announced, walking off without waiting for him to agree.
Dimitry hesitated for a moment but followed. He didn't have any better plans, and she seemed impossible to ignore.
As they strolled, Claire talked effortlessly—about books, music, and whatever random thoughts came to mind. Dimitry wasn't much for small talk, but with her, it felt natural. He found himself laughing, nodding, and even chiming in now and then.
"So," she said with a smirk, "you don't date, but you'd just propose to someone? That's bold."
Dimitry rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks warming. "Yeah, I mean... why waste time? If it's real, it's real."
Her expression softened, her smirk turning into something more genuine. "
You're honest i love that.