The table slowly came alive again.
Menus closed. Orders placed. Glasses filled.
And just like that—the earlier conversation faded into the background… at least on the surface.
Taylor leaned back slightly in his chair, relaxed, composed.
If anyone was watching closely, they might have noticed the subtle difference in him.
But no one was.
"So," one of Stephanie's friends began, Ivy, resting her chin on her palm. "We've been meaning to ask…"
Taylor raised a brow. "That already sounds dangerous."
She grinned.
"Where do you actually work?"
Stephanie glanced at him briefly, curious herself.
It wasn't something he talked about often.
Taylor picked up his glass, swirling the drink slightly before answering.
"Logistics."
"That's it?" Jasmine frowned. "Just logistics?"
He smirked faintly.
"Alright… I'm a manager at a logistics company."
That got a reaction.
"Manager?"
"Wait—seriously?"
"At your age?"
Taylor shrugged lightly. "It's not as impressive as it sounds."
