บท 133: Allergies

The sun streams through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the small space where Ramsey and Robin sit across from each other at the table.

The air is thick with unspoken words, their earlier reconciliation still fresh in their minds.

As they pick at their lunch, their eyes occasionally meet, each glance laden with shyness and a hint of sweetness that makes the atmosphere feel electric.

Robin feels so stupidly happy, her insides warm and practically mushy as she stares at Ramsey's twinkling eyes.

"Do you want more?" Ramsey asks, breaking the silence, his voice soft yet hesitant.

Robin shakes her head, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "No, I'm good. Thanks."

Their conversations feel like a delicate dance, each step taken carefully as if they might trip over their own emotions.

It is strange, this new dynamic between them, but it feels right.