Bargaining

"So, everything's taken care of, right?"

Dinner was just finished. Andreas had just closed his fork and knife next to his plate. However, it seemed that Vlora's statement did not refer to the end of the meal.

Andreas lifted his face when Vlora cleared her throat with a few sips of water. Then he took a tissue to wipe away the faint moisture that remained on her red lips.

"Our date is over, and I can already tell that we shouldn't get married," Vlora continued without hesitation. She looked at Andreas with a calm gaze. "I decline your proposal of marriage. We're not compatible."

Andreas took a deep breath and finished his drink. Then he looked at Vlora.

"It's not time to draw conclusions yet, Vlora, my dear."

The term of endearment made Vlora fall silent. Maybe she was feeling insecure or preparing herself for the possible consequences. It could be both.

After putting his empty plate aside, Andreas settled into a more comfortable position. A mischievous smile appeared on his face, alon