The little restaurant you and Felix chose was quiet, tucked away from the main streets. Perfect for a low-key date. You sat across from each other in a small booth, sharing a plate of dumplings and talking in soft bursts between bites. You’d been dating long enough to be comfortable, but still in that warm early stage where everything felt tender and new.

For a while, neither of you talked. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Just peaceful, the kind of silence where Felix would occasionally look up from his bowl just to smile at you before going right back to eating.