As the night wore on, Nao found himself glancing at Karis more often than he cared to admit. Karis, engrossed in his phone, seemed oblivious to Nao's gaze. Nao tried to focus on his work, serving drinks and exchanging pleasantries with the regulars, but his eyes kept drifting back to Karis.
Karis's profile was chiseled, his features sharp and defined, his dark hair falling across his forehead in a subtle swoop. His eyes, though fixed on his phone, sparkled with intensity, as if the screen held the secrets of the universe.