Third person's POV
When Landon returned to their section with the drinks balanced neatly across a tray, his composure had fully settled back into place. He acted so professionally as if the moment they had shared a few minutes ago had been carefully tucked away behind a practiced demeanor that he wore just as naturally as the fitted uniform.
He moved through the group efficiently, handing out each drink and acknowledging orders with small nods. He kept brief eye contact, his tone was polite and measured as he confirmed everything without missing a beat, though the closer he got to Quince, the more subtle that tension returned.
When he finally stopped in front of her, he lifted her glass from the tray, holding it out with a small smile. “Something refreshing,” he murmured, his voice lo
