Joe scanned the crowded cafe, searching for an available seat among his friends. The only vacant chair he spotted was the one in front of Cemre. A silent exchange of glances passed between them, and eventually, Joe made the decision to grab an extra chair from another table and placed it between Ebri and Angelina.
Curiosity lit up Ebri's face as she inquired, "So, Joe, how are things with Shea?"
Joe shifted slightly to face Ebri, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he teasingly glanced at Cemre, who, like everyone else at the table, was now intently listening. "Why don't you ask Cemre how everything is going?"
Cemre leaned back in her chair, maintaining her silence.
Joe pressed on, his tone somewhat accusatory. "Why did you do such a crazy thing, huh?"
Casting a cynical look at Cemre, Felix chimed in, "Yeah, why were you shouting her name like crazy and talking to her like she was stealing something from you?"
