Underestimate

Gerald and Aubrey sat across from each other in a cozy corner of the restaurant. It was Aubrey's favorite spot, a charming little place tucked away from the bustling streets, known for its intimate atmosphere and exquisite cuisine. The smell of deliciously cooked meals filled the air, mingling with the murmur of voices around them.

They had just finished placing their orders, the waitress leaving them with a polite smile. Gerald leaned back in his chair, studying Aubrey with a curious expression. She had been quiet since they arrived. He noticed the way her fingers absentmindedly traced the rim of her glass, her brows slightly furrowed in thought.

"So, how was Paris?" Gerald asked, trying to ease into the conversation. He kept his tone light, genuinely interested in hearing about her trip.