Clara wasn't a patron; she was a disgraced diplomat’s daughter who had traded her pearls for a cocktail tray. They had been dancing around each other for months, sharing stolen glances over piano chords and late-night shifts.
The room went still. He immediately winced, his internal monologue screaming that he’d just ruined everything by being too blunt, too fast, and too honest. He had "spoiled it all" by saying something stupid. Robbie Williams, Nicole Kidman - Somethin' Stupid
Clara froze, a tray of empty glasses trembling slightly in her hands. Then, she let out a soft, melodic laugh that sounded like a cello. She set the tray down, stepped into his space, and whispered, "I was wondering when you’d finally run out of clever things to say." Clara wasn't a patron; she was a disgraced
She didn't need the grand speech; she just needed the truth. He immediately winced, his internal monologue screaming that
But as he looked at her in the dim, amber light, the clever words evaporated. The silence stretched too long, turning awkward and heavy. Panicking, he blurted out, "I think I'm in love with you."
Should we expand this into a or perhaps a short story focused on their life in Vegas?