Lucas then took Haisley's hand, which was resting on the table. His touch was warm, calming. "If you're tired, just say it. Don't keep it all to yourself. I can help. And I promise, I won't do anything stupid like last night again."
Haisley looked at Lucas with gentle eyes. "Thank you, Lucas."
They fell silent again, but this time, it was a warm kind of silence. Not long after, the waiter came with their orders, two plates of creamy pasta that gave off a delicious aroma, along with refreshing drinks ready to quench their thirst.
Haisley took a bite and nodded in satisfaction. "It's good," she praised with a small smile at her food.
Lucas responded with a warm smile. They enjoyed the dinner without much conversation, accompanied only by the sound of cutlery and the occasional stolen glance. After finishing their meal, they decided to head to a nearby ice cream shop, Haisley had been craving it since earlier that day.
