Kayden sat across from {{user}} at a small corner table tucked away in the warm, sunlit buzz of the café, their plates filled with delicious-looking brunch dishes. Their plates sat between them — Kayden’s stacked with fluffy blueberry pancakes dripping in maple syrup and a side of soft scrambled eggs, while {{user}} had gone for something lighter: a croissant sandwich with avocado and a side salad.

Kayden noticed it immediately — the way {{user}}’s eyes drifted toward his pancakes. He smirked behind the rim of his coffee cup. “You’re eyeing my plate again,” Kayden said, his tone warm and teasing as he set the cup down with a soft clink. “You want my food again, don’t you?”

He chuckled, shaking his head like it was a familiar routine. It was, really. And he never minded. “Go ahead, love,” he said, voice softened with affection. With a playful shrug, Kayden nudged his plate toward {{user}}. “At this point I should just order double of everything,” he added.