Fake couples

They stepped into the restaurant, the warm ambiance a stark contrast to the chill that had settled between them. Micheal guided her to a table near the window, where they could see the hustle and bustle of the street outside. It was a small, cozy place, the kind that felt more like a hidden gem than a popular spot. The kind of place where you could talk for hours without being interrupted.

The waiter handed them menus, and Micheal watched as Yvonne perused the options, her brow furrowed in concentration. He couldn’t help but smile at the way she took everything so seriously, even something as simple as choosing what to eat. It was one of the many little things he had come to admire about her.

After a few minutes, Yvonne finally settled on something simple—a sandwich and a cup of tea. Micheal followed suit, ordering the same, not because he particularly wanted it, but because he wanted to share in her experience, to make this moment about them, together.

He couldn't help but tease her