Everett didn't give Dorothy a heads-up before he dashed off to the meeting.

He pulled up in front of the agreed-upon diner, lifting his gaze to the signboard.

Gotta admit, it looked pretty cozy and romantic.

Clearly, someone had put thought into choosing this spot.

Everett swung open the car door and stepped out, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt and leaving his tie behind in the car.

His dark suit hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist, complemented by that handsome face of his.

Just the short walk from his car to the diner had already turned a few heads.

Upon entering, Everett immediately spotted Byte 7 sitting in a corner.

Still in his hoodie and jeans, as loose and careless as ever, but instead of his usual black, white, or gray, today it was a Klein blue that made his already pale skin look almost translucent. The epitome of teenage disillusionment.

Hearing footsteps, Byte 7 finally dragged his gaze away from his phone screen.

Seeing Everett, his brows knitted together. "Why is it you?"

pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down. "Who were you

You really think I'm out of the picture, huh?" There was no anger in his voice, just a casual

atmosphere felt like a stern, reliable older brother schooling his reckless

even back together. What, am I not allowed to pursue

stand

why pretend to be Dorothy on WhatsApp? Scared she'll run

corners of his lips

you still don't care about your

"I've moved it."

shrugged. "Have you now? Well, let's see where you've

out his phone, fingers

couldn't deny

hard by Everett, he'd spent

"Everett, don't push it!"

I've got

war!" Byte 7 slammed the table, ready

Everett froze him

your sights on Dorothy of all

server

to Byte 7. "S was just replying to a

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