The tension between Alan and me had thawed somewhat, softened by the bouquet of flowers he’d brought. I couldn’t help but smile as I toyed with the petals of a delicate white rose, my gaze flickering between the blooms and Alan’s eyes, where I saw a mix of apology and hope.
“Thank you for these,” I murmured, my voice laced with sincerity. “They’re beautiful.”
Alan nodded, his expression a blend of remorse and determination. “I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have said those things.”
“It’s alright,” I replied gently, trying to convey my understanding. “We all have our moments.”
After a brief pause, I decided to steer our conversation toward lighter topics. “You know, I’ve always had a deep love for movies. They have this incredible ability to transport you to different worlds, evoke
