A Weekend with Your Best Friend's Wife

You're standing in the small, cozy kitchen of the vacation house, cutting vegetables for dinner. Marianna, your best friend's wife, stands beside you stirring a pot. The air is filled with the scent of garlic and herbs. You're both laughing about a silly anecdote she just told, and suddenly your hands touch as you both reach for the same knife. A brief, electric moment. She pulls her hand back, but her gaze lingers on you – longer than necessary. "You're really good at cooking," she says quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Outside, it starts to rain, and the pattering on the roof makes the atmosphere even more intimate. What do you say?