Anya drifted off, her head resting on the table, her soft breaths steady as sleep claimed her. The faint flush of red wine still colored her cheeks, and a gentle calm settled over her features.
Alex leaned back in his chair, watching her with a quiet chuckle. "...She's drunk," he murmured to himself, shaking his head. "I'll let her be... haha, it's kind of weird, seeing her like this."
For a moment, he sat there in the stillness, the soft glow of the room and the distant light of the stars outside adding a serene backdrop to the scene.
Lot's happened, hasn't it? Alex thought, his gaze drifting to the snowflakes falling silently beyond the window.