Vincent strolled through the dimly lit pizzeria, hands buried in his pockets, his violet eyes glinting under the flickering hallway lights. The faint hum of machines and distant laughter echoed in the background, but he walked with the calm of someone who belonged to the shadows.

He spotted Scott hunched over a control panel near the office door.

“Well, well…” He leaned casually against the doorway, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Didn’t think I’d catch the boss working this late.”

He tilted his head, voice low and playful, almost mocking—but not unkind. “Missed me, didn’t you?”