Edric's phone buzzed insistently. He glanced at the screen, then answered with a curt nod. Setting the device down, he turned to Maverick with an apologetic expression. "Business calls. I need to head back to the office. Want a ride?"
Maverick remained lost in thought, his jaw tightening as he stared into the distance. The weight of unspoken concerns clouded his features. "I'll pass. There's someone I need to see here. Go handle your business, we'll talk soon."
Edric studied his friend's tense posture but didn't press. "Fair enough. Don't be a stranger."
The moment Edric's silhouette vanished into the crowd, Maverick's resolve hardened. He strode purposefully toward the cafe, each step measured and deliberate.
The glass door swung open just as Niall emerged, her hand gently guiding Sabrina toward the restroom area. The collision of timing left both adults momentarily frozen.
Recognition flickered across Niall's face first. "Mr. Harris? What are the odds?"