Chapter 32: Subtle Spark
Mira’s soft voice broke the silence. "Eat with me," she murmured.
Zamian, ever the composed figure, simply nodded. His movements were deliberate as he gently removed the spoon from the ornate cloth, his calmness almost a stark contrast to the slight flutter in Mira’s chest. She watched him for a moment, her heart dancing as he began to eat quietly. The room felt still, like the world had paused just for this simple, intimate moment between them.
Zamian glanced up, noticing Mira’s gaze. His expression remained serene.
"Let’s eat," he said, his voice low and steady.
Mira attempted to focus on her food, but the warmth radiating from Zamian’s presence made it hard. She took a few bites, trying her best to act natural, though she could feel her cheeks warming under his gaze. Then, deciding to try the tea, she took a hesitant sip.
The bitterness hit her instantly, causing her to recoil. She scrunched up her face in the most endearing way, her tongue peeking out as she tried to rid herself of the taste. Zamian couldn’t help but find her reaction amusing, his lips twitching in a barely-there smile.
"What is it?" he asked, feigning ignorance though he knew exactly what had happened.
"It’s... so bitter," Mira managed to say, her voice slightly strained as she fought against the aftertaste. Her shudder was almost comical, making Zamian’s chest tighten with the urge to laugh.
He reached over, taking the cup from her hands. Without hesitation, he took a small sip himself, his face remaining as stoic as ever. "It’s fine. Just gulp it down—try drinking it in one go." He handed the cup back to her, their fingers brushing in the process.