Eilika lingered in the doorway for a moment before stepping fully into the room. "Damian," she began. "I heard that a couple's competition is being held soon. Would you be willing to participate?"
Damian paused, the glass halfway to his lips. He took a slow, cooling sip of the orange juice before setting it aside on the table. "What kind of competition is it?"
"It's a couples' contest," she replied, stepping closer. "I understand it hasn't been held for four years. I thought it might be an interesting experience for us, if you are open to it."
Damian reclined in his chair, his eyes fixed on her as he considered the proposal. It was a departure from their usual routine, but seeing the genuine spark of interest in her eyes, he found himself agreeing. "If you wish to participate," he said, offering a curt nod, "then go ahead and register our names."
"Really?" A hint of disbelief colored her voice.
