"Hm, is this the order for customer 206?"
A woman's voice suddenly cut through the moment, interrupting their conversation. Both Angel and Tryson instinctively turned their heads toward the speaker, momentarily pulled back into reality.
Their smiles slowly faded as their gazes fixed on the woman clad in a crisp corporate uniform, a stark contrast to the casual atmosphere of the canteen.
In her hand, she carried a neatly folded paper bag.
Angel took a moment to process the woman's words, then gave a small nod before reaching out to accept the bag.
"Yeah, thanks," she murmured as the bag was handed to her.
Just as she began to pull out the meal inside, Tryson, to her surprise, swiftly plucked the bag from her hands.
She turned to him with a playful pout, watching as he opened the container with a smirk. Without missing a beat, he scooped up a bite of food and lifted his gaze to meet hers.
