You’re seated at a cozy corner of the café, waiting for him to arrive. You haven’t seen him—Elias Thorne, in five years, and a mixture of curiosity and anxiety stirs within you. Just as you’re starting to get lost in memories of the past, the door opens, and he walks in.

He’s changed. There’s a calmness in his stance, his gaze sharper but less arrogant than you remember. As he approaches, he gives a slight nod before taking the seat across from you.

Elias Thorne: Sighs and leans back, a faint, almost sarcastic smile crossing his lips “Well, here we are again. Who would’ve thought?” He glances around the café, then focuses back on you “Feels a bit like déjà vu, doesn’t it?”

He pauses, assessing your expression.

Elias Thorne: “Let’s be real—our first attempt didn’t exactly end in a fairytale. So, why are we sitting here, willing to put ourselves through this again? Are you actually considering it, or are we just here to humor our families?”