Her heart's dilemma (WLW)

Lovebirds

As the sun dipped below the Parisian skyline, casting a warm orange hue over the city, Asher turned to Sydney with a soft smile. "Hey, do you want to go out for dinner? There's a nice little restaurant nearby."

Sydney, still lounging on Asher's bed, looked up and nodded eagerly. "That sounds great. Let me just change into something else."

As they both rummaged through Asher's small but eclectic wardrobe, Sydney picked out a pair of jeans and a loose, comfy sweater. She slipped into the outfit, and as she stood in front of the mirror adjusting the sweater, Asher couldn't help but admire how effortlessly beautiful Sydney looked.

"You look beautiful in my clothes," Asher blurted out, her cheeks flushing slightly. "And you're great at styling. It's like they were made for you."

Sydney turned to Asher, a light blush coloring her cheeks. "Thanks, Ash. I have a thing for fashion ever since I was little." She gave Asher a soft smile, and for a moment, their eyes lingered on each other, filled with unspoken words.

They headed out to a quaint little bistro just a few blocks away, enjoying the crisp evening air. The restaurant was cozy, with dim lighting and a warm, inviting atmosphere. They found a small table near the window, and as they settled in, the waiter approached them with a friendly smile.

"What can I get the lovebirds tonight?" the waiter asked playfully.

Both Asher and Sydney blushed deeply but didn't deny the assumption. Instead, they exchanged shy smiles, the air between them filled with a mixture of amusement and nervousness. Asher quickly glanced down at the menu, trying to hide her flustered expression. "Um, I think I'll have the duck confit," she managed to say, her voice steady despite the rapid beat of her heart.

"I'll have the same," Sydney added, still smiling from the waiter's comment.

Throughout dinner, they found themselves in a peculiar mix of comfort and awkwardness. The conversation flowed naturally, yet there was an undeniable tension beneath the surface. Their eyes would meet, linger a little too long, and then dart away, both of them feeling the same magnetic pull but unsure how to navigate it.

After they finished their meal, Asher paid for the bill this time as Sydney thanked her and decided to walk back to Asher's place. The cool night air was refreshing, and the streets were alive with the soft hum of the city. They walked side by side, their hands brushing occasionally, sending small jolts of electricity through each of them.

Asher broke the comfortable silence, her voice tentative. "Hey Syd, I... I really enjoyed tonight. It's been a while since I felt this... Im so comfortable with you, you're an amazing amazing person."

Sydney looked over at her, a gentle smile on her lips. "Me too, Ash. It's nice just being here with you. It feels... different. In a good way."

They walked a little further, the tension between them growing with each step. As they neared Asher's building, Asher paused, turning to face Sydney fully. "Hey, um... do you want to stay the night? I mean, I know it's not much, and it's probably not what you're used to, but..."

Sydney didn't let her finish. "Definitely," she replied quickly, almost too eagerly. Realizing how that sounded, she laughed softly. "I mean, yes, I'd like that. A lot."

They both smiled, and as they made their way back up to Asher's apartment, there was a palpable shift in the air. A quiet understanding had settled between them, something new and delicate, waiting to be explored.

Back inside, they changed into more comfortable clothes, Sydney borrowing another of Asher's oversized T-shirts. They settled back onto the bed, closer this time, the unspoken attraction between them hanging in the air like a thin veil.

As they lay there, side by side, Asher turned to Sydney, her voice barely a whisper. "Thanks for starting the night again."

Sydney looked over, her eyes soft and sincere. "I love it here with you, Ash."

They both smiled, and as the night deepened, the unspoken feelings between them grew stronger, pulling them closer together, a quiet promise of what could be.