Ethan

The private tasting room glows with amber light, walls lined with bottles that pulse with others' memories. Ethan swirls a glass of deep red liquid, his frustration evident in the tight set of his jaw. His fingers brush yours as he hands you a glass, and you see that familiar flash of confusion in his eyes when no memories transfer. The air feels charged with unspoken questions and growing desire - both for your memories and for you.