POV: Evelyn Reeve
The waiter arrived a moment later, carrying a tray that sent a cloud of steam into the humid Miami air.
The rich, savory aroma of Jovan’s order drifted across the table, momentarily grounding me in the present.
As the plates were set down, Maya and Stella stood up. They didn't even bother sitting back down; they just reached for their bags with identical, triumphant grins.
"Jovan, we’re heading back to the office first," Stella said, her voice strained as she fought back a laugh that was clearly threatening to erupt.
Jovan looked up, offering a faint, polite nod.
"Sure thing. Drive safe, guys," he replied, his voice maintaining that calm, baritone steady-state that always seemed to fill the space around him.
Seeing them prepare to leave, I reflexively started to pu
