The warmth from the kitchen hearth bathed the small dining space in a soft, golden glow. Gray and Vanisa sat side by side at a small wooden table, close enough to the kitchen that they could still hear the gentle crackling of the fire. The rustic charm of the inn's personal dining area, with its stone walls and simple decor, added to the intimacy of the moment. Outside, the muted sounds of the village settling down for the night provided a peaceful backdrop, broken only by the occasional chirping of crickets.
Their meal, a simple yet hearty feast they'd prepared together, sat before them. The savory aroma of seared beef mingled with the scent of freshly chopped herbs, making the room feel cozier than ever. Gray glanced at Vanisa, who was nibbling on a piece of bread, her light green eyes sparkling in the low light. She leaned back slightly, turning her head toward him, her smile soft yet carrying a certain playful edge.