The Matchmaker's Tea Shop smelled of jasmine, vanilla, and freshly baked pastries, the kind of comforting scent that made Ava sigh in relief as she curled up against Ryan's side on the plush couch.
It was one of those rare moments of peace, where everything felt settled, easy, and exactly as it should be.
For the first time in weeks, she had nowhere to be, no competitors to outmatch, no ridiculous high-stakes matchmaking challenges hanging over her head.
It was blissfully quiet—just her, Ryan, and the warm steam curling from her teacup.
Ryan's arm rested loosely around her shoulders, his fingers occasionally brushing soft circles against her arm. It was an easy, familiar kind of closeness, the kind that still made her chest tighten in the best way.
Ava rested against his side, sipping her tea with a rare contented sigh.
"I could get used to this," Ava murmured, closing her eyes briefly.
Ryan smirked. "That makes two of us."