[He watches her take her sip first, watching the slight change in her eyes as she tastes it. Only then does he finally take a sip of his own, his own thoughts similar. Not too sweet, not too tart. It runs smooth and he could certainly enjoy a wine like this...especially in this quiet, peaceful setting. Even if this isn't the first time they've been like this, he always relishes it. Appreciates that he can have this now.
But he can sense there's something else. She had said as much before, but he feels her stares at her fidgeting. So whens he sets her glass down, he follows suit as he stares at her, waiting.]
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But he can sense there's something else. She had said as much before, but he feels her stares at her fidgeting. So whens he sets her glass down, he follows suit as he stares at her, waiting.]
What is it?