As the conversation flowed, Hannah felt a sudden urge to use the restroom. She stood up, offering an apologetic smile. “Give me a minute, I’m just going to the restroom.”
Sophie gave her a casual nod. “Alright, we’ll be right here.”
The moment Hannah was out of sight, Caleb’s playful expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he turned to Sophie. “She’s the one, right?” His voice was low, serious.
Sophie glanced toward the restroom to make sure Hannah was out of earshot, then leaned in slightly. “Yes, she’s the one. Don’t mess it up.”
Caleb chuckled, though his smile didn’t reach his eyes. “We’re professionals, Sophie. Leave it to us.” He turned to Marco. “Did you bring it?”
Marco nodded silently, reaching into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a small, intricately designed bottle, hol
