Luna sat with her legs elegantly crossed, facing Lucas directly across from her. For the past ten minutes, they had remained seated in silence, only exchanging glances. It was as if they could communicate telepathically, and Carlos was caught in the crossfire of their silent interaction. He was still frozen in place, unsure if he should leave or wait for further instructions from either of them.

"Miss Estrada, do you need something?" Carlos asked, attempting to break the silence that was almost choking him. The silence between Luna and Lucas had become stifling.

"Wine, Burgundy 1945," Luna replied, slightly raising her chin as she looked at Carlos. Carlos stared back...