The restaurant’s dim lighting cast a warm glow over the polished wooden furniture, and the gentle hum of conversation filled the air as Marco stepped inside.
His sharp eyes scanned the room, settling on a blonde-haired man seated near the corner.
Marco’s lips curved into a faint smile. There was no mistaking him—Tristan.
Without hesitation, Marco crossed the room. As he approached, Tristan glanced up, their eyes locking in a moment of recognition.
Tristan’s face lit up with a wide grin, and he stood to greet his old friend.
"Marco! Great to see you, buddy!" Tristan’s voice carried a warmth that seemed to cut through the slight chill of the restaurant’s air.
Marco extended his hand, his own smile growing broader.
"Tristan! It’s been too long, man," he replied, shaking Tristan’s h
