Lyra
I arrived at the park, letting the warmth and quiet settle over me as I waited for Caine.
Minutes later he did.
He waved casually.
When I’d sent the text last night, I never expected a reply. I felt guilty about our last meeting and thought he would hold a grudge, but to my utmost surprise, a response came back. He wasn’t angry and the huge grin plastered across his face as he approached confirmed that.
“Hey, you.”
“Hey, you,” I said back.
Without warning, he draped a hand over my shoulder, pulling me close.
“Here,” he said, holding out a small box. “Thought I’d bring you something.”
I blinked, curious. “What’s that?”
“Open it and see.”
I did. A small, beautiful bento cake sat in a plastic container, and inscribed on it were the words “Hello, friend.”
“You… brought this fo
