As Raika and Lina settled at the table, the initial excitement of choosing their meals had given way to a more subdued atmosphere as they began eating. The noise of the bustling food court faded into the background, leaving them in a comfortable bubble of conversation. Raika bit into her slider, savoring the smoky, tender meat and the tangy burst of sauce. Yet, despite the delicious flavors, her thoughts began to drift, a heaviness settling in her chest that she couldn't quite shake.
Lina, ever perceptive, noticed the slight change in Raika's demeanor. After a few bites, she set her food down and looked at Raika, her eyes soft with concern. "So, how's your father, Raika? Any luck?"
