They set a modest table for two, the soft clink of plates echoing the quiet of the night. As Lina twirled the spaghetti onto a fork, she caught a glimpse of Rian’s gaze lingering on her shoulders, the curve of her neck, the subtle sway of her hips as she moved. The realization that she, a mother with responsibilities and routine, still possessed a spark of allure that could capture a friend's attention, sent a soft thrill through her.