Office Time

As the three settled into their seats in the office, Zack grinned and clapped his hands, signaling a waiter that opened the door as if he had been standing there since. 

The man swiftly approached with a tray balanced expertly in his hands, carrying three glasses of chilled drinks along with an assortment of appetizers. 

The soft clinking of glass filled the quiet office as the drinks were set down, condensation dripping onto the polished wood of the table.

"Figured since we're all here, we might as well drink to something," Zack said, leaning back in his chair.

Melissa arched an eyebrow. "And what exactly are we drinking to?" she asked, reaching for her glass but hesitating just slightly before taking a sip.

Zack shrugged. "I don't know — success? Friendship? Ethan finally gracing us with his presence again?" 

He shot a teasing glance at Ethan, who merely smirked in response.