Undying love

t calm music, slow footsteps, and quiet conversations. That's exactly what *Zara* needed. Peace, but not loneliness. She walked in like a storm cloaked in silk-her red gown hugging h

, looking more like a magazine model than someone sitting alone in daylight. Their eyes met. She looked away first. He didn't. - Zara tried to focus on her drink, but she felt his gaze. Not aggressive. Not rude. Just... curious. She stood up to change her seat-and froze when he walked toward her. "May I?" he asked, pointing to the space beside her. Zara hesitated. "It's a free country." He sat. They didn't speak for a few seconds. He smelled like something expensive-woodsy and dark. He wasn't smiling, but he didn't seem tense either. "I haven't seen you here before," he finally said. Zara arched a bro