Exchanging numbers...

"Can we exchange numbers?" Diana asked, her voice steady but carrying a hint of something lighter, almost playful. "I'd like to stay in touch."

Noah didn't react with surprise or hesitation. His gaze remained steady, his tone as neutral as ever when he replied, "Okay."

Diana's smile widened behind her scarf, her posture straightening slightly as though she were pleased with his answer. She reached into her bag, retrieving a sleek, gold-edged phone. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate, as if savoring the moment.

Noah pulled out his own phone—a device far more advanced than hers, sleek and futuristic in design, the kind of technology that hinted at its owner's unique resources. With a single tap, he brought up his contact information and handed her the screen.