NEVER WILL I TRY

, though his reflection didn't look convinced. Tonight was his sixth attempt at giving love another shot, and while

jokes to deeper topics. She seemed different-poised yet approachable, someone who listened as much as she talked. Still, J

in his chest. The low-lit ambiance, soft music, and clinking of glasses made the place fee

nce that caught his breath. Dressed in a simple yet st

abari felt something he h

voice smooth and genuine.

anding to pull out her chair

everything from travel to favorite books to

as though she was genuinely interested in

relax, enjoying her laughter and th

, doubt

like Sandra? Was there a hidden fragility, like Cecilia's, lurking beneath her composed

to sense hi

aning forward slightly. "Y

d, then decided

nt. In a good way. But, to be honest, I've bee

kind, understand

rs. But you're here, and so am I

hung in