Debbie knocked on Filex's door, balancing a box of pastries in one hand. When he opened the door, the smell of garlic and herbs wafted out, and she couldn't help but smile.
"You're showing off," she teased, stepping inside.
"Always," Filex replied with a wink.
The table was set for two, candles flickering softly. Debbie felt her chest tighten at the sight—it was simple, yet thoughtful.
As they ate, their conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and teasing. Filex leaned back in his chair, studying her with those piercing eyes that always seemed to see straight through her.
"What?" Debbie asked, her cheeks flushing under his gaze.
"You seem lighter tonight," he said softly. "Like you're starting to let go of something heavy."
Debbie's smile faltered for a moment. "Maybe I am."
Filex reached across the table, his fingers brushing hers. "I want you to know, Debbie, that I don't need to be your first love. I just want to be your last."
Her breath caught at his words, the sincerity in his voice making her heart ache in the best way.
"Filex…" she began, but before she could finish, her phone buzzed on the table.
Pasco's name lit up the screen.
The moment shattered as Debbie stared at the phone, her stomach twisting. Filex noticed the change in her demeanor but said nothing, waiting for her to make her move.Debbie silenced the call, placing the phone face down. "I'm here with you," she said firmly, meeting his gaze.
Filex gave her a small, approving nod, but the tension in the air lingered.