Chapter 3: Rising Action
Carlos leaned back against the kitchen island, his dark eyes reflecting the city lights outside. He swirled the glass of whiskey in his hand, ice clinking against the sides.
"You know, we've been a bit too predictable lately," he said, looking at Yumi as she emerged from the bedroom, her silk robe shimmering in the candlelight. Her hair was swept up in a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her face.
Yumi raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Predictable? Since when?"
Carlos chuckled, his gaze lingering on her. "Since forever. Don't you ever get bored?"
She shrugged, walking over to him and leaning against the counter. "Boredom is a state of mind, Carlos.
You're the one who always says 'variety is the spice of life,'" Yumi replied, her voice a soft murmur. She reached for his glass, taking a sip of his whiskey before handing it back. "So, what do you suggest?"