Milka’s smile lit up the whole room. “Come on, I know his quirks better than anyone. So, what’s for lunch? I’m buying.”
Mia grinned, “Already reserved us a spot. This one’s on me—next time, it’s your turn.”
Milka didn’t argue. “Sounds good to me.”
Nobody even tried to fight over the bill. That was just how it went—one person picked it up this round, someone else would do it next. But everyone quietly agreed: no way would they let Anya, the youngest, pay.
Later at home, Anya flopped onto the couch and told her boyfriend, “Chad, do you think I’m just here for the free food?”
Leo barely looked up from his laptop, but he smirked. “Definitely.”
Just as the group was about to walk into the restaurant, Milka’s phone buzzed. She answered, her face softening. “Hey, what’s up?”
Mars’s voice came through the line. “Your dad caved yet?”
“I’m out grabbing lunch. Brought our usual lunch buddy, and she brought two more—Anya and Mia.”
Mars chuckled. “Nice. That little lunch buddy’s basically my stand-in, keeping an eye on you. I owe Anya a proper dinner for that.”
Milka glanced at sweet, innocent Anya and felt a sudden wave of big-sister pride. “What’s my dad doing right now?”
Mars peeked upstairs. “Oh, he thinks he’s sly—sent someone to check if my aunt really started a new life abroad. Stubborn as ever.”
“He actually sent someone?”
Mars laughed. “You know your dad—‘Hawk King’ of the squad. Nothing gets past him. Or me.”
They traded a few more words before hanging up.
Back at the table, Mia raised an eyebrow. “Mars again?”
“Yeah, he’ll be back with the team soon. My parents are still at it—he sets the trap, Dad walks right in,” Milka said, her mood clearly lifted.
Mia nudged, “Any progress? Has your dad finally given in?”

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