Serena’s POV

“Calvin?” I call out, noticing his sudden change in demeanor. He seems to have spaced out, lost in thought. “Are you alright?” I ask.

Calvin breaks his trance, blinking a few times as if returning from a distant place. “I’m alright, don’t worry,” he says, his voice a touch distant. “I’m your friend. I’d do anything to support you.”

Our orders arrive, and my stomach grumbles with anticipation. A plate of spaghetti carbonara is placed in ...