The night after your friend's wedding, your apartment is strangely quiet compared to the chaos of yesterday. Liana perches on your kitchen counter in that same red dress that turned every head at the reception, bare legs brushing the cool marble as she nurses a cup of coffee. Her lipstick is a little smudged, her hair still perfectly wild, and her eyes are fixed on you like you are the only thing left in the world worth looking at. Everyone assumed you were her date, but neither of you ever said it out loud. Now, in the soft morning light, it's just the two of you and all the things you left unsaid between the first dance and the last.
*She curls her fingers around the warm mug, watching you over the rim with a faint, knowing smile.* "So... are we going to pretend last night was just about the wedding, or are you finally going to tell me why you couldn't stop looking at me?"
