Diego, still smiling, waved over the waiter, signaling for an additional round of wine glasses. As they waited, he kept the conversation light, looking back at Santiago with genuine curiosity. “Well, I think that when the right person comes along, you might change your mind about commitment,” he said, his tone warm and encouraging. “I’ll bet you that one day, you’ll see it differently.”
The waiter arrived with new glasses, skillfully pouring fresh servings for everyone. Once he left, Santiago took a slow sip of his wine, his eyes narrowing slightly as he set the glass down. “Don’t misunderstand me,” he began, his voice steady, though his gaze flicked briefly to Esmeralda. “I can be committed to one woman. I can love one woman. But the question is… can that woman truly be committed to me?”
