Interrogation

Cynthia burst out laughing.

Ethan just looked way too entertained.

Lila covered her face with her hands, groaning. "I hate both of you."

Cynthia, still laughing, lifted her fork in a mock toast.

"To domestic bliss," she said.

Ethan clinked his coffee mug against her fork, completely playing along.

Lila wanted to disappear.

But at the same time…

Even though she was flustered and embarrassed, she couldn't help but smile.

Because, in its own weird way, this — the teasing, the easy banter, the comfortable atmosphere — it felt… nice.

Really nice.

And maybe, just maybe…

She could get used to this.

They ate in companionable silence, the occasional clink of forks against plates filling the small apartment.

Cynthia, for once, was content, and that was saying a lot considering how loud and opinionated she usually was.