His kiss was gentle, like a golden promise, and it caught Mira completely off guard. She had not expected such a tender gesture from Zamian, and it felt almost surreal, as if she were caught in a dream. When he finally pulled away, her cheeks flushed with a deep embarrassment, a rosy hue that made her feel both exhilarated and shy. The chauffeur, who had respectfully turned his back to them, only intensified her blush, as she felt suddenly aware of their surroundings.
"Call me, okay?" Zamian reminded her softly, his voice a warm murmur that lingered in the air between them. Mira nodded, her heart racing, too shy to respond with words, the weight of their unspoken connection pressing heavily in the space around them.
As the moment of parting drew nearer, she found it hard to say goodbye, fearing that it would feel too final, as if he might never return. "See you soon," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible, yet filled with hopeful anticipation.