They went to a quaint restaurant, where the atmosphere was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the coldness that had settled between them. For a while, they managed to maintain a semblance of peace, sharing a meal in silence. Andros seemed ill at ease, his glances at his watch betraying his preoccupation with something else.
As they finished their meal, Andros' phone rang. Without glancing at the screen, he turned it facedown and continued eating. But after a few seconds, it rang again.
"You won't answer that?"
"They can wait."
It rang again.
"You can answer it. Maybe it's an emergency."
Andros sighed loudly and took his phone. But his expression changed upon seeing the caller's ID. And judging from his expression alone, Celes knew who the caller was.
“Szar. What's wrong? You sound worried."
Szar?
[Andros, it’s Reign. He’s developed a high fever and it’s not going down. I’m really scared. Can you come over?]
It was not on loudspeak, but it was loud enough to hear from her frantic voice.
“What’s his temperature? Have you called the doctor?”
[It’s 39°C. Almost 40! I’ve called the doctor, but they’re not available right now. I’m doing what I can, but I’m so overwhelmed.]
“Okay, stay calm."