"A true love starts with friendship," Julie sang, her voice soft and soothing, like a whisper carried by the evening breeze.
Roman, who had been focused on the road ahead, found his attention slipping toward her as her words laced the car with warmth.
"Kiss on the forehead and date night," she continued, her tone light yet filled with emotion.
"Faking apology after a fight,
I need a man who's patient and kind,
Get out of the car and holds the door…"
Her gentle singing pulled at his chest like invisible threads. Roman glanced sideways, almost unconsciously, his gaze settling on her with quiet intensity.
Julie noticed and, startled, was about to stop mid-line. Her lips parted, ready to laugh off the moment, but before she could say a word, his low voice interrupted.
"Please… continue."
The request carried a softness she rarely heard from him. It wasn't just polite—it was urging, almost vulnerable.
