Chapter 13

A soft chuckle escaped my lips, blending with the lively chatter in the bar. Clara’s teasing question hung in the air, and I leaned back in my chair, a hint of amusement in my eyes. The flickering candlelight created a cozy atmosphere at our table.

“Clara, you’re persistent,” I said, shaking my head playfully. The clinking of ice in our glasses added to the friendly banter. “I’ve come to terms with the fact that tonight might not be the night for Gloria and me. No need to keep reminding me.”

Clara grinned mischievously, leaning forward. The warmth of the bar surrounded us like a comforting hug, and her playful nature was captivating. She raised her glass, the liquid swirling like a miniature whirlpool, and took a sip, the soft sound of her lips against the rim adding to the ambiance.

“Well, my dear friend,” she responded, her voice carrying a teasing undertone, “I apologize for my persistenc