As the evening wound down, Claire stood, brushing off her dress. "Well, this is where we part ways," she said, her smile soft but enigmatic.
Dimitry wasn't sure what to say. Before he could find the words, she stepped closer, leaned in, and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.
"Maybe we'll meet again," she murmured. "Next time, who knows?"
And then she was gone, disappearing into the quiet night.
Ending Line
Walking home, Dimitry felt the warmth of her kiss linger against his skin. For years, he'd been content with his quiet, predictable life.
Now, he wasn't so sure.
Because everything had changed.