She didn't even dare to look up immediately the moment she sent the message out.
It was only then she suddenly realized that agreeing to someone for three meals meant locking herself up for the weekend.
There was a long silence from the other side, with the message box always showing "the other party is typing," but no further words came.
Finally, the phone vibrated once, replying simply: [Alright, I understand.]
She locked the phone and breathed out gently.
Looking up at Tristan, she said, "I've already declined, you can go change your clothes now."
The gloom on Tristan's face finally dissipated a little.
He got up slowly, dragging his slippers as he lazily walked towards the door.
Vivian watched his back, her fingertips unconsciously touching her nose, her gaze somewhat unfocused.
Five minutes later, the two of them entered the elevator together.
The metal door closed slowly, reflecting their side-by-side figures.
