Selina led him through winding alleys to a small restaurant. "I told you yesterday I'd take you to the best spot. I used to come here all the time for a free meal."
Logan chuckled. "Free meal?"
He could picture it—little Selina, clever as a fox, flashing those big eyes and innocent smile. Who could ever say no?
Selina ordered her favorite dishes from back then. Logan had tasted the finest cuisines around the world, and while this wasn't the most refined, he understood why she loved it. This place was soaked in memories—two of the happiest, most carefree years of her life. And when you're happy, everything tastes better.
After eating, they decided to walk home. Halfway there, light rain began to fall.
"It's not far," Selina said lazily, not bothering to dodge the drizzle. "Just past this alley, take a turn, then another three hundred meters and we're home. Let's just walk it."
Logan had no objections.
But after a few more steps, they came to a stop.
