Virgin Sunrise

Sergey nodded, his gaze lingering on Lucia. "You have a way with words," he remarked, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Lucia leaned back, her fingers tracing the rim of her Virgin Sunrise. 

"So tell me about yourself."

"Well," Lucia began, her voice light, "I'm a creature of simple pleasures. You won't find me scaling mountains or diving into the depths of the ocean." She glanced at him. "But I do have a guilty pleasure."

Sergey's eyes sparkled. "Go on."

"It's a TV comedy show," Lucia confessed. "I watch it religiously, usually with a bowl of chips and a soda." She chuckled. "It's my escape from reality."

"Which show?" 

Lucia hesitated, then whispered the title. "It's called 'Chuckles & Co.' Ridiculous name, I know. But it's my little haven." She glanced at Sergey. "What about you?"

Sergey leaned back in his chair, the light casting shadows on his face.

"You don't know me, do you?" he asked, peering into Lucia's eyes.