After finishing their meal, Ann stood up and began gathering the plates, her hips swaying naturally with each step as she moved toward the kitchen. Liam leaned back on his chair, watching her with quiet amusement as the clinking of dishes echoed faintly from the sink. She made quick work of cleaning up, rinsing the plates and stacking them neatly, then drying her hands with a towel. As she came back to the living room, her eyes scanned the table.
"Weird," she muttered, eyebrows knitting slightly. "I thought I saw my phone here."
Liam glanced lazily in her direction, resting an arm on the armrest. "You didn't bring it downstairs."
Ann tilted her head, half confused, half skeptical. "You sure?"
He simply nodded, a casual smirk playing on his lips.
