The best man

Chapter 6

As the weeks turned into a comfortable routine, Ethan and I settled into a delightful rhythm. Although we didn't see each other every single day, each reunion after book club felt like a special occasion. The way he walked me home became a cherished ritual, filled with laughter and thoughtful conversation. Our talks ranged from our favorite books to our hopes and dreams, and sometimes even the little absurdities of daily life.

Ethan's thoughtful gestures, like bringing me candy—something he mentioned his dad used to do for him—made my heart swell. Each piece was a sweet reminder of the joy in simple moments, and I couldn't help but smile every time he pulled out a colorful wrapper from his pocket. Those evenings were beautiful, the twilight sky wrapped around us like a warm embrace, and with each step we took, the connection between us deepened.

The conversations flowed easily, weaving through topics that spanned the trivial to the profound, often punctuated by laughter that echoed along the quiet, tree-lined streets. I found myself looking forward to these walks, not just for the companionship but for the way Ethan made me feel—seen, heard, and understood.

Then, one random day, as we finally arrived at my house, the atmosphere shifted slightly. Ethan turned to me, his expression a mix of excitement and a hint of nervousness. "Hey, Lily," he began, his voice steady yet soft, drawing my full attention. "Would you like to go out for coffee sometime?"

I blinked, surprised by his sudden question, my mind racing to catch up. "Coffee?" I echoed, taken aback. "Like, just the two of us?"

He nodded, his gaze unwavering and sincere. "Yeah, I'm asking you on a date."

A flurry of emotions washed over me—excitement, confusion, and an unexpected flutter in my chest. "But we haven't even exchanged numbers, and you didn't even come to my house before."

Ethan chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes. "I know, but I think this is a better start. No pressure, just coffee and conversation. I want to get to know you better without all the formalities."

His casual confidence was disarming, and as I looked into his earnest eyes, I felt a rush of warmth. "Okay," I finally replied, my voice a bit breathless. "I'd like that."

The prospect of a date sent a thrill through me, but I couldn't shake the lingering uncertainty. My mind swirled with thoughts of how different this was from my past experiences. As he bid me goodnight and walked away, I felt a strange mix of hope and apprehension. The anticipation of our coffee date lingered in the air like the sweet scent of autumn leaves, and I found myself smiling, imagining the conversations we would share, the laughter that would fill the spaces between us.

As I entered my house, my heart raced with excitement. I couldn't help but think about how something beautiful was blossoming between us—an unexpected connection that felt both exhilarating and terrifying. The thought of exploring this new relationship made me giddy, but also wary, considering my past. I was finally allowing myself to embrace the uncertainty of what lay ahead, ready to see where this newfound journey with Ethan would lead.