Meanwhile, Rex sat comfortably in the corner booth of the café, phone in hand, while waiting for Aren to show up. A faint smile tugging at his lips as he typed away. The chat screen lit up with Monica's name, and their conversation was a dance of teasing and affection, filled with emojis, playful remarks, and little reassurances that belonged only to them. Every buzz of her reply made his chest feel lighter, the noise of the café fading behind the glow of their private world.
The waiter brought his order, and the scent immediately filled the air around him… grease, cheese, and toasted bread, comfort food at its finest. A towering cheeseburger dripped with melted cheddar, golden fries steamed in a neat pile, the cold soda fizzed as he cracked it open and took a long sip, letting the sweetness wash away the dry heat of the day.
