Orion shook his head lightly. "No, it's fine. I'll eat later."
Kate raised a brow but didn't push further, turning her focus back to her plate — cutting into a T-bone steak with effortless grace.
Across the hall, at table number 2, Selene sat still, barely touching her food, just like Orion. However, her reasoning was different from his. Her eyes were on her phone, watching as the signal icon flickered back to life — the jammers had been lifted during the break.
She hesitated, her thumb hovering over the keyboard before finally typing a message.
Luna: Have you been enjoying the food?
A few tables away, Orion's phone vibrated under the table. He quickly glanced down at the screen, reading her message.
A small smile crept beneath the mask.
Orion: Not really. Because of the mask.
For a moment, there was silence between the pings. Then her reply came.
