The food arrived not long after… a grilled chicken panini for Logan, along with a lavender latte he looked at suspiciously until Jean pushed it toward him.
"Try it. It's weirdly comforting."
He took a sip.
Paused.
Nodded. "Tastes like tea had a baby with dessert."
Hannah giggled. Martha looked triumphant.
And Jean… Jean smiled again.
They talked lightly as they ate. Nothing heavy. No pressure. Just Martha teasing Hannah about her dramatic makeup haul, Logan silently stealing a bite from Jean's croissant earning a glare and a tiny kick under the table, and the occasional shared glance between Logan and Jean… quiet, full of things neither had said yet.
At one point, as Logan reached across to refill Jean's water, his fingers brushed hers.
She didn't pull away.
And when their eyes met again… steady and sure… something wordless passed between them.
He didn't ask what had happened earlier with Darla.
He didn't need to.
He was here now.
That was enough.
