Dinner

He hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to call Rowan or not. The uncertainty lingered, and then he shook off the childish thoughts, deciding that if she declined, he wouldn't force her.

"Hello, are you at home? I want to pick you up so that we can go together," David asked when Rowan answered the phone, his voice revealing a mix of formality and a hint of hope.

Rowan's refusal to let David pick her up sent a surge of confusion and frustration through him. The phone call crackled with tension, her voice laced with anger that left David bewildered, wondering what could have transpired to provoke such a reaction from her.

As David ventured out to fetch the wine, the day began its descent into dusk, casting long shadows across the landscape. Parking his car near the corner leading to the couple's home, he couldn't shake the unease that lingered in the air. With time to spare, he decided to delve into work, opening his laptop to sift through company proposals for an upcoming cont