The entire gang stood scattered across the grassy yard, bathed in the warm golden light of the setting sun.
A gentle breeze carried the savory aroma of grilled meat across the open space, making stomachs growl and mouths water.
Elijah stood at the grill, flipping skewers with practiced ease, smoke curling lazily into the air.
His smile was relaxed, content, almost like he had never left.
Jack and Mai were busy at the picnic table, laying out plates and cutlery with casual chatter between them.
From the house, Stella emerged with a massive tray of food balanced expertly in her arms.
Beside her, Kai carried a stack of covered dishes, both of them laughing as they maneuvered down the steps.
Most of the others were standing around doing absolutely nothing—just watching.
Elijah glanced up and raised a brow, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Guys, if you don't help, you aren't eating," he called out with a grin.
That got a few groans and chuckles.
