Kan hesitated for a moment before knocking on Ellie's door. The events of the past weeks had created an unspoken tension, and he wondered how their dinner would unfold. As the door creaked open, Ellie's eyes met his, revealing a mix of emotions—concern, relief, and a hint of sadness.
"Hey, Kan," Ellie greeted, offering a faint smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"Hey," Kan replied, stepping inside. The room carried a subtle warmth, a reflection of the shared history within its walls.
To his surprise, Kane was already there, sitting at the small dining table. His gaze met Kan's, and for a moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them.
"Guess I'm not the only one crashing dinner," Kan said, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.
Kane chuckled, "Well, it seems we all had the same idea. Come, have a seat."
