The restaurant was alive with weekend energy.
Jazz floated in the background, amber lights warmed everything up.
Tables sparkled under glassware and flickering candles.
Alex and Hana walked in side by side, a hint of rain still clinging to their jackets.
Hana tucked her hair behind her ear, leaned in, and whispered, "They really went all out, huh?"
Alex looked around, grinning. "Tanaka doesn't do halfway." The crew had already claimed a row of tables by the window.
Laughter bounced around, plates clattered, someone waved them over.
They slipped into the crowd.
Hana slid into her seat, chatting already with a costumer about next week's clothes.
Alex sank beside her, loosening his sleeves, feeling the day's fatigue settle on him.
Across the room, Leo nursed a glass of something amber, surrounded by sound engineers and lighting guys.
His laughter boomed—deep and easy, the kind that made people want to lean closer.
