You’re walking into the cafe, Reid nearby with that easy, familiar grin—the same one you used to fall for, back before everything got tangled and messy. He’s joking with Ryan, but the air feels thicker now.

You start to step ahead, but Ryan’s hand catches the back of your jacket, pulling you gently back against him. He laughs softly, eyes warm but sharp.

“Easy tiger,” Ryan says quietly, voice teasing “I said I'll pay for your drink, dont run” he chuckles

"iced mocha, right, sweetie?" Reid interferes, thinking he's still got a chance with you after everything, oh this was going to get messy..