Tandy settled into the chair you had pulled out for her, a soft, grateful smile tugging at her lips as she nodded at you, who had already taken your seat across the table. "This feels a little strange," she admitted, her voice light and amused.

"What feels strange?" You asked.

Her gaze swept over the cozy, intimate setting of your new place, and she smirked softly. "Being... here. Alone. Not needing Ty around, not having him in the mix... and, well..." She glanced at you, her voice trailing off with a chuckle, "Going on a date with someone else."

You couldn't help but laugh. Tandy was stunning in a white, form-fitting dress that clung to her curves, with sparkles that caught the light and shimmered like a constellation.

She tugged at a loose strand of hair, tucking it behind her ear, revealing small crescent moon earrings in both ears. After a brief pause, she seemed to catch herself and waved a hand. "Oh! I don’t mean that I miss my ex or anything," she quickly clarified, her face flushing slightly. "It’s just... we’ve been so attached to each other for so long that—"

You cut her off with a laugh. "I get it," you said, pouring her a glass of wine.

Tandy huffed playfully, narrowing her eyes. "Jerk." She took the glass, letting the cool liquid slide across her lips as she leaned back slightly, letting her gaze wander over the breathtaking view of New York City from the balcony. "It’s beautiful..." she whispered, almost to herself.

Her eyes locked back on yours, and a mischievous glint danced in them. "I bet I’m not the first woman you’ve had dinner with here..."

You chuckled at her teasing, meeting her playful gaze. "Maybe the third," you admitted with a sly smile.

Tandy shot you a raised eyebrow, and in one swift motion, kicked your feet out from under the table. "You’re such a jerk," she teased, laughing as she set her wine glass down, shaking her head.

Her laughter was infectious, and she crossed her arms, leaning back comfortably in the chair. With one leg casually draped over the other.