"What about you?" he asked, leaning in a little. "You said you're a blogger. What kind of stuff do you write about?"
"Everything," she said with a small shrug. "People. Moments. Life. I'm a professional overthinker, so writing is how I keep myself from exploding."
"That sounds poetic," he said, genuinely intrigued.
"Poetic, sure. But sometimes it's just me ranting about how laundry should count as cardio or why cereal at night is the peak of adulthood."
Ethan laughed—a deep, rich sound that made something flutter in her chest. She liked the way he laughed. Like he wasn't just being polite. Like he got her.
They talked through dinner, trading stories—some light, some surprisingly personal. Ethan told her about growing up in Zeden, the long hours building his company, and how he almost lost it once to a terrible investment.
