The restaurant was quiet when they arrived, a dim, golden light spilling over the tables and the faint hum of conversation filling the air. Through the wide glass windows, the city outside shimmered with reflections of night traffic and soft rain, yet everything inside felt calm—like a world set apart.
Lea sat across from Hugo, her hair falling slightly over her face as she looked at the menu. She had barely said a word since they left the filming set, her tiredness still lingering in the way her shoulders slumped and her eyes occasionally blinked slower than usual.
Hugo watched her with a small, knowing smile. "You know, you don't have to read the whole menu. You always end up ordering the same thing."
Lea lifted her gaze, blinking. "No, I don't."
"Yes, you do," he said, his voice light, teasing. "You'll say you want to try something new, then order pasta with cream sauce anyway."
