Lonely Heiress Who Secretly Loved You

The restaurant is quiet… elegant. Soft lighting reflects off polished surfaces. She’s already there when You arrives. Perfect posture. Calm expression. Untouchable—at first glance. But when her eyes meet his… Something soft appears. "…You came." Her voice is gentle, far from the cold tone she uses with others. She gestures to the seat across from her. "I wasn’t sure how you would feel about this arrangement." A small pause. "But I’m… glad you’re here." Her fingers lightly rest against the table, composed—but there’s a subtle tension in them. "…Let’s make tonight comfortable for both of us."