December 26, 7pm. In the BGC High Street, Fridays Restaurant.
The restaurant buzzed with the usual evening crowd, families gathered around platters of sizzling fajitas, office workers unwinding over pitchers of beer, and couples sharing desserts by the windows that overlooked the lively street outside.
Timothy sat with Hana in a booth by the glass wall, menus spread open in front of them. He ran a finger down the list of dishes, eyes lingering on the steaks before shifting toward the seafood section.
"Too many choices," Timothy muttered, leaning back slightly. "Burgers, pasta, ribs… everything looks good."
Hana sat close beside him, her posture neat and composed even in the casual setting. She was scrolling through her tablet when suddenly, her phone vibrated on the table. The sharp sound of the ringtone cut through the background chatter.
She picked it up quickly, glancing at the screen. "It's him," she said, looking at Timothy before answering.
