York and Dalton were in a comfortable stillness until York's phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the screen, groaned, and put the phone back. York remarked, "Looks like I've got something to take care of," in an apologetic tone. "I ought to leave. Would you like to accompany me? Dalton's eyes became more focused as he jolted out of his reverie. "No, I'm holding out for someone. You may proceed. We'll talk again later. "Alright, see ya." York waved and walked off, blending into the street's commotion. After seeing him go, Dalton pivoted and headed toward the coffee shop across the street.He almost ran into Vesta, who was escorting young Jasmine to the bathroom, as he pushed open the café door. Oh, Mr. Ramirez? What a shock! Vesta's eyes widened in recognition as she exclaimed. "Yeah," Dalton said, allowing the door to close behind him. He looked around the room before focusing on Thorne, who was engrossed in a discussion with the barista behind the counter. Dalton's gaze shifted
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