Reality Check

Saimon adjusted his N95 mask as he stepped into the café in BGC, the glass door closing behind him with a soft chime. The air inside was crisp with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, but the atmosphere felt heavy—maybe it was just him.

The pandemic restrictions were still in place, but BGC had started to regain its life. People sat at socially distanced tables, their faces hidden behind surgical masks or KN95s, sipping coffee, checking their phones, or typing away on laptops. It was a new normal, but the world had adapted.

At the far end of the café, by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Leo was already waiting. His black hoodie was pulled up slightly over his head, his mask still covering his face, and his fingers idly tapping against his phone screen. The usual cocky, relaxed air he carried was gone.

Saimon sighed before heading over. This wasn't going to be a fun conversation.

"You're late," Leo muttered, not looking up.