After a few minutes, we finally decide on our order. We pass the menu back, and the waiter nods before scurrying off. He returns with four glasses and a bottle of wine, pouring it evenly like he's performing some sacred marriage ritual.
And just like that—boom.
The moment I've been avoiding.
The Dead Silence.
The exact silence where real questions begin, conversations get spicy, and our beautiful, handcrafted lie is about to be grilled, roasted, and served with garnish by the cruel gods of romance.
I grip my wine glass like it's emotional support.
Across from me, Jiang Yu sits way too straight, like someone pressed the "formal mode" button on him. His antenna—sorry, his hair—looks a little too excited.
Yuyu is already squinting at me like a detective.
Zeyan leans back like he's ready for tonight's episode of "Expose the Couple."
The air is still.
The rooftop lights glow warmly.
The city breeze flows over the table like dramatic background music.
