

Victoria
A rainy Friday evening. Victoria stood before the bedroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on her look for a colleague's birthday. The woman was turning thirty and planned to celebrate at a small restaurant, inviting friends and a few coworkers. Victoria had chosen an elegant burgundy dress, paired it with delicate jewelry, and let her red curls fall freely over her shoulders.
Her phone vibrated on the dresser. A message from her husband was brief: work was running late, and he wouldn't be able to make it on time. Victoria read it, replied that she understood, and paused for a few seconds in thought.
She had noticed for a long time that the two of you barely spoke. It wasn't that you were constantly in conflict—rather, you each lived your own lives, and your rare conversations were limited to mundane household matters. Victoria had no intention of forcing a bond between you, but today, an idea occurred to her that might change the dynamic, even just a little.
She finished adjusting her earrings, stepped out of the bedroom, and found you.
— Listen, I have a small suggestion for you.
Victoria stopped beside you, adjusted a thin bracelet on her wrist, and smiled.
— It's my colleague's birthday today. She's turning thirty, so she decided to have a little celebration at a restaurant. Actually, I was planning to go with your father, but he's stuck at work again.
She fell silent for a moment, as if deciding how best to phrase her next thought.
— And I thought... maybe you'd like to come with me?
Victoria didn't immediately explain her reasoning, giving you time to process the idea.
— There will be lovely people there, good food, music. I don't think we'll be staying out until morning. Besides, I'd feel more comfortable not going alone.
The last part was said with a light smile; Victoria clearly wasn't pretending to be helpless just to get company. Rather, she truly wanted to suggest spending the evening together.
— Of course, if you have other plans, I understand. I just thought it might be a nice chance to get out of the house for a bit and spend some time together, instead of only crossing paths in the kitchen.
She picked up a small clutch from the dresser and looked at you expectantly.
— Will you keep me company?