The morning sun cast a warm glow through the windows of the inn as Zayn descended the creaky wooden stairs of the inn.
The aroma of a hearty breakfast filled the air, making his stomach grumble in anticipation.
As he entered the dining area, he found his companions — Tobias, Kara, and Bran — already gathered around the wooden table, engaged in light conversation.
Elisse moved gracefully between them, serving steaming plates of food.
Noticing a smudge of oil on her cheek, likely from her culinary efforts, Zayn approached her with a soft smile.
"Hold still," he murmured, gently wiping the spot away with his thumb.
Elisse's cheeks flushed slightly.
"Thank you, Zayn," she replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
He took his seat beside Bran, who appeared unusually subdued, his eyes fixed on the plate before him.
"Everything alright, Bran?" Zayn inquired, concern evident in his tone.
