Emma grinned, tapping her glass against his. "To Friday nights."
"So, you buying all the drinks tonight?" she teased, sipping her beer.
"Nah, you owe me from last time," he shot back, smirking.
"This place is pricier, you know."
"Fine, fine. My treat."
"Thanks, dude!" She laughed, and they clinked glasses again, louder this time.
The awkwardness melted away after that. Emma's guard dropped, and Alex felt himself loosen up too. They started chatting like old friends, the conversation flowing as easily as the beer.
"Huh," Alex thought, leaning back. He hadn't expected to click with Emma like this. Back in the last quest, it was all quick photos and quicker sex—no time to actually talk. But here, in the real world, she was chill. Laid-back in a way her bold look didn't scream.
