What Are You Doing Here?

The scent of grilled corn and charred vegetables still lingers in the air, mixing with our laughter bouncing off the walls.

The kitchen’s a mess, the table even worse, crumbs and scattered plates, a few used napkins, and the worn box of a board game that’s seen better days.

We’re gathered around it now, our plates cleared, drinks half finished. Declan leans back in his chair with his arms crossed