He and she had known each other since university, close like siblings, occasionally inviting each other for a drink after work. That night, the familiar pub was empty, with just the two of them sitting close together, reminiscing about old times.
She wore a tight white shirt with a slightly deep neckline, her eyes sparkling after a few glasses of wine. He looked at her, feeling his heart beat faster than usual. And it seemed she could sense that too. She leaned her head on his shoulder and softly asked, "Have you ever thought... what would happen if we weren't friends?"
That question seemed to open a door wide. When they left the pub, it started to drizzle lightly. She didn't go home but followed him to his small apartment. Both were silent, but their eyes had already said everything.
