"Anyway, I brought some flowers," Sia said, her voice warm with sincerity. "It's your mom's birthday. Even though it's been years, I still haven't forgotten." She smiled as she extended the bouquet toward him.
Ford's eyes widened slightly in surprise. He hadn't expected that. His gaze flickered from her face to the flowers in her hands.
"You remembered," he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and something unspoken. "Wow. Nice."
But the moment was fleeting. His expression quickly shifted back to indifference, and without another word, he turned toward his car.
"Well, I need to go now. I'll see you later," he said dismissively, stepping inside without so much as a glance back.
Sia stood frozen in place, watching in stunned silence as the car door shut behind him. The rejection stung more than she expected. Had she said something wrong? Her grip tightened around the bouquet as she watched the vehicle pull away, a sinking feeling settling in her chest.
