The moment they got into the car, Serena couldn't hold back the laughter she had been suppressing all through dinner. Her giggles spilled out, light and infectious, filling the small space.
Aiden glanced at her, his eyebrows lifting in mock curiosity. "What's so funny? I thought you said you'd be all jealous when you met my ex. But here you are, laughing like it's the best night of your life. You're not jealous at all."
Serena nodded, her laughter bubbling up again as she tried to respond. "That's because you didn't even give me a chance to get jealous!" she managed, her tone playful. Then, straightening up, she mimicked someone's voice with surprising accuracy, her expression overly dramatic. "'I ordered orange juice for Aiden because it's his favorite!'" She paused to laugh again before adding, "Now, I might have been jealous if you'd actually drunk the juice or said something ridiculous like, 'Oh, I don't like orange juice anymore.' But no… instead, you…"
