Blair’s POV
Sitting at the breakfast table with my dear friend Liz, the morning sunlight filtering through the windows cast a warm and comfortable ambiance around us. Inquisitiveness danced in Liz’s eyes, and her playful wiggle of the eyebrows set the tone for her impending question. “So, how was your date?” she inquired, her tone a mixture of curiosity and mischief. Her question transported me back to the enchanting evening, and a subtle smile curved my lips.
“It was good,” I replied, relishing the memory as I indulged in a pancake. Liz’s well-intentioned slap on my arm drew me back to the present, her eyes gleaming mischievously as if expecting a more elaborate response. I chuckled, the lightness of the moment shared between us.
“I didn’t get your mind out of the gutter,” I teased, en
