Jonathan sat quietly in the lounge, his fingers tangled in his lap, eyes drifting over the grand room. Morning light filtered through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the marble floor.
"Good morning, Jonathan," came a soft voice.
He turned to see Juliet approaching, a bright smile on her face as she gracefully sat beside him.
"Good morning," he replied politely, though his tone was quiet, almost hesitant.
"Are you waiting for Walter?" she asked, tilting her head with gentle curiosity.
"Yes, I am," he said with a small nod.
Juliet leaned in a little, her voice lowering with a hint of affection. "Don't feel so lonely. I'm here for you."
Jonathan glanced at her, surprised by her warmth. "Thanks," he muttered.
With a teasing glint in her eyes, Juliet suddenly reached out and touched his cheek.
"Your skin is so soft," she said with a grin. Before Jonathan could react, she stood up and tugged him toward a nearby vanity. "Let's make it even better."
