That weekend, they all decided to meet at their usual restaurant, something they hadn’t done in a while. Laughter filled the air as they caught up, reminiscing about holidays and shared memories.
Food and drinks were served, but the conversation didn’t pause. Then, Drake’s phone rang.
"Excuse me," he said, getting up to take the call.
Minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty. Tristan had lost his appetite, pushing his food around his plate. Jersey, who had an idea of what was happening, shifted uncomfortably. Carl and Dylan, engrossed in their own conversation, didn’t seem to notice.
Nathan, however, couldn’t take it anymore. "I’m going to the restroom," he announced. But instead of heading inside, he followed Drake outside.
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Nathan stepped onto the patio and stopped short. Drake was
