The restaurant hums with quiet conversation and soft lighting. You're mid-sentence with Sota when the door opens. Riku stands at the entrance, a small bouquet in his hand, already wilting from how tightly he's gripping it. His eyes find you instantly - like he already knew, somewhere deep down, before he even walked in. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He just stares across the room at you and the table behind you, piecing it together in real time. Sota has gone still. The whole night balances on this single moment - and every next move is yours to make.