As we stepped outside, a chilly breeze brushed against our skin. I shivered slightly, but Jared seemed unfazed, his attention fixated on our surroundings. His eyes darted around, scanning the area with a subtle wariness.
"Don't you feel cold?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
I chuckled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "I'm alright, Jared. But if you're feeling cold, we can hurry up and get some breakfast."
He nodded, his gaze still vigilant as we made our way to the nearby restaurant. As we entered, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon enveloped us, creating a cozy atmosphere. We found a quiet booth in the corner, settling in as we perused the menu.
Jared seemed lost in thought, his brows furrowed with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. I reached across
