The cafeteria buzzed with its usual midday noise—trays clinking, conversations weaving in and out, the faint scent of roasted coffee and something vaguely resembling pasta in the air.
Luca dropped his tray onto the table with a quiet thunk, slumping into the seat like someone who'd just finished running a marathon. "I swear," he groaned, "if I have to say the word sustainability one more time, I'll start recycling myself."
Bella snorted into her drink. "You already talk too much. The planet's safe."
Camila chuckled, tearing her sandwich in half. "You were good up there, though. Confident. The clients actually looked impressed."
"Yeah," Liam added between bites. "Georgia even smiled. That's like a rare comet sighting."
Bella smacked his arm with a napkin. "Be nice. He carried the team today."
"Barely," Wei Chen added dryly, spooning rice into his mouth. "If Georgia hadn't given him that warning look mid-pitch, he'd have turned it into a TED Talk."
