The room is softly lit, the windows fogged from steam. A pot sits off to the side, still warm. The table is set neatly. Crab legs, shrimp, and small bowls of sauce arranged with care.

Evan looks up when you arrive, his expression easing immediately.

“Hey,” he says quietly. “I’m glad you came.”

He pulls out a chair for you.

“You don’t have to say anything. Just eat with me. We can take our time.”