The week after their dinner on the rooftop passed in a blur. Jenna found herself swamped with work, the constant demand of her jewelry business keeping her focused and distracted all at once. But no matter how many designs she crafted or meetings she attended, one thought kept slipping into her mind: Liam.
He had gotten under her skin, and try as she might, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was no longer just a challenge to her carefully structured life — he was something more. But what was it? And what did it mean for her?
She stood in front of her mirror that morning, adjusting the gold necklace she was wearing for a client meeting. As she applied her makeup, she caught sight of her reflection, looking somewhat disheveled and lost in thought. The pull toward Liam had become undeniable, but the fear that came with it was just as powerful.
Was she really ready to unravel the life she had so carefully built? Was she willing to allow someone into that space? The question haunted her.
Her phone buzzed on the vanity, snapping her out of her thoughts. The message was from Liam.
Liam: Lunch today. You, me, and a bit of silence. Can you make it?
Jenna blinked at the text, taken aback by its simplicity. He didn't ask for anything specific. No grand plans. Just... silence? It was an oddly comforting invitation. For all the chaos in her life, maybe the quiet was exactly what she needed.
She quickly replied.
Jenna: Alright. Where and when?
Liam: Meet me at the park at 1.
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At 1 p.m., Jenna arrived at the park, unsure of what to expect. Liam wasn't exactly known for being spontaneous, but there was something in his message that made her think today would be different.
When she spotted him, he was sitting on a bench under a large oak tree, his usual composed demeanor softened by the serene surroundings. The sight of him, so out of his element, made her pause for a moment. He looked like he belonged in a different world — a world that wasn't ruled by deadlines and meetings, a world where he didn't have to be the calculating businessman.
As she approached, he stood, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Jenna," he greeted her, his voice warm but calm. "Glad you could make it."
She smiled back, a little hesitant but curious. "This is new."
He nodded, gesturing for her to sit beside him. "I needed a break from everything. From the noise. Thought you might appreciate the same."
Jenna hesitated for a moment, then sat beside him. The air was fresh, the sounds of the park calm and distant. For a brief moment, she could almost forget the world outside, the constant pull of responsibilities and expectations.
"I didn't think you were the type to enjoy the quiet," she said after a moment, eyeing him with a small smirk.
Liam chuckled softly. "There's more to me than the hustle. You're just too quick to judge."
"I'm not judging," Jenna replied, her eyes meeting his. "I just don't think you know what it means to slow down."
He raised an eyebrow. "And you do?"
Jenna shrugged, her smile faint. "I've had my moments. But I'm starting to think you might be right about the quiet. Maybe I've been running too fast."
Liam turned his head toward her, his gaze intense. "Maybe we both have."
The words hung in the air, and for the first time, Jenna felt herself exhale, the pressure that had been building slowly easing. There was something about this moment, about being here with him, that felt different. It wasn't about business. It wasn't about attraction. It was just... two people sitting in silence, sharing a moment of stillness.
"I didn't expect to be here with you," she admitted quietly. "I didn't expect you to be this... real."
Liam didn't respond right away. He simply turned to look at her, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "I've always been real, Jenna. Maybe you're just starting to see it."
Her heart skipped a beat. Maybe it was because of the way he said it, or maybe it was the way he looked at her — like he was seeing more than just the surface. It wasn't something she was used to, and it felt unsettling in the most vulnerable way.
For a long time, neither of them spoke. They just sat there, letting the quiet fill the space between them. Jenna's mind was still racing, but for once, it wasn't filled with doubts and fears. It was just... him. And her. And the calm that had settled over everything.
Eventually, it was time to leave. They stood up, both reluctant to break the stillness that had enveloped them.
"So," Liam said, breaking the silence with his usual charm, "how about we do this again sometime?"
Jenna smiled, her heart lighter than it had been in days. "Maybe."
As they walked back toward their separate cars, there was a sense of unspoken understanding between them. They weren't rushing toward anything. They weren't pushing for an answer. But somehow, in the silence, they had both found something — a quiet connection that was starting to mean more than either of them was ready to admit.