Chapter 65. Birthday

The crisp evening air bit at Camila’s cheeks as she and Travis stepped out of the bustling café into the quiet of the night. Around them, the city hummed a subdued lullaby—distant horns, the murmur of late pedestrians, and the soft whirr of traffic blending into a background rhythm. Streetlights cast long, golden shadows that stretched across the pavement like fingers reaching for the unknown. They turned to face one another, mouths opening in unison before falling into an awkward silence, the weight of unspoken thoughts pressing down on them.

“Sorry, you go—” they both started, halting mid-word, a small laugh escaping them as they realized they were speaking over one another.

Travis chuckled softly and extended a hand in a gentlemanly gesture, his blue eyes catching hers in the dim glow of the streetlights. “After you, Camila,” he said, voice calm, steady, yet tinged with something more—som