The news spread faster than Damian expected.
By the time he left the apartment that morning, the article had already been reposted across multiple media sites. Each version carried new speculation. New commentary. New questions that no one could answer but everyone wanted to discuss.
The story had grown overnight.
It was no longer a rumor.
It was becoming a narrative.
Lena insisted on walking with him part of the way to work.
"Just in case," she said.
"In case of what?" Damian asked.
"In case reporters suddenly decide catering staff are the most interesting people in the city."
Damian managed a weak smile.
"You're dramatic."
"Maybe," Lena replied. "But I'm also usually right."
The morning air felt colder than usual as they stepped onto the busy sidewalk. The city moved around them in its normal rhythm. Commuters hurried past with coffee cups in hand. Buses roared through intersections. A street vendor shouted orders over the sound of traffic.
