The restaurant stood tall on the edge of campus — sleek glass windows, potted palms by the entrance, and a dark green awning that screamed we're fancier than you think.
Luca held the door open with one hand, gesturing for Noel and Jordan to step in first.
A quiet chime followed them as they entered, the cool blast of air-conditioning brushing against their cheeks.
Inside, the space hummed softly — not loud, not too quiet. Just enough chatter and clinking silverware to drown thoughts, but not enough to ignore the way Jordan kept glancing between them like he was watching something unfold.
They were seated at a booth tucked by the window. Plush cushions, white napkins folded like fans.
Luca slid in beside Jordan, and Noel sat across from them. A waitress appeared, all polite smiles and tidy bun.
"Water for everyone to start?" she asked.
"Yes, please," Noel replied. Luca nodded too.
