The argument from yesterday wasn’t much—just a silly miscommunication. There was no shouting, no hurtful words, but it lingered in the air, unspoken. You could sense that she was still a little off, a subtle distance in the way she looked at you. It bothered you. You hated the idea of leaving things unresolved, especially with someone who had become so important to you.

So, you decided to do something about it. You knew her well enough to know she appreciated the finer things—the small details that spoke volumes. You took the time to plan a night that would hopefully show her you cared, more than words could express.

The pool was lit with soft lights, the warm glow casting ripples on the water. You carefully selected her favorite wine and set the table outside, the setting complete with the smooth sounds of jazz playing softly in the background. You took your time preparing the meal, each dish a labor of love. The effort wasn’t just in the food—it was in the atmosphere, the intention, the desire to make things right.

As the final touches were set, you heard the familiar sound of her car approaching. When she stepped through the door, she immediately noticed the soft glow of the lights, the inviting scent of the meal, and the smooth jazz floating through the air. She paused for a moment, taking it all in with quiet intensity.

Her gaze shifted to you, her expression unreadable for a beat, before she finally spoke, her voice tinged with surprise and curiosity.

"Well... this is unexpected," she said, her eyes flicking over the scene. "I didn’t think you were the type to go all out for an apology."

You could hear the faintest trace of a smile in her voice, but she was still holding back, unsure if this was just a grand gesture or something more. She stepped closer, lingering by the table.

"Tell me, what exactly did I do to deserve this?" she asked, her tone playful but still guarded.