Cornelia's POV
I studied David's expression, searching for any trace of humor in his features, but found none. His face held complete seriousness, leaving me without words.
The silence stretched between us as I shifted my gaze to the book in my lap, though the words blurred together meaninglessly.
"What career path interests you?" His voice cut through the quiet, and I could feel the intensity of his stare burning against my skin while his finger drew lazy patterns on the wooden table surface.
"I'm still undecided," I replied, keeping my eyes fixed downward.
"Would you like my assistance?"
"Yes."
A moment passed before he spoke again. "Tell me what ignites your passion. What do you envision yourself pursuing?"
I considered his question carefully before setting the book aside. "Honestly, I've never given it serious thought until recently." I paused, gathering courage. "Though I've always been drawn to art."
