Tonight held an unspoken significance for him. He cherished every evening conversation with her, finding delight in their shared moments of connection.

His smile was barely perceptible, but genuine nonetheless. As her words flowed, Viktor's hand reached beneath the cluttered desk, seeking her hand and grasping it tightly, while his gaze fixated on her features, meticulously studying the intricacies of her face.

He observed each subtle detail - the beauty marks that adorned her cheeks, the gentle wrinkle of her nose as she spoke, and the way the dim lighting illuminated her face.

"You seem quite fond of this tale, love," Viktor mused with his deep Czech accent, his words warm and genuine. "What is the title? I should read it someday. Any recommendations?" He leaned his elbows against the cluttered desk, completely absorbed in their conversation.