The café was alive with activity—pairs engaged in conversation over hot cups of coffee, students focused on their laptops, and the soft clattering of dishes resonating in the background. A cozy table by the window was set aside for Lucas and Isabella. Strategically placed in sight of passersby, it was evident that this was more than a mere outing. It was an act.Lucas fiddled with the hem of his sleeve, looking around anxiously. “This is… comfortable,” he mumbled, his tone laced with irony.Isabella, positioned opposite him, didn’t even take the effort to glance up from her phone. "Simply remain seated and be quiet." Grin occasionally when you are able to do so. "That's all you need to do."“Whoa,” Lucas exclaimed, reclining in his seat. "You’re doing an excellent job promoting this loving fiancée concept." "Perhaps you should temper your excitement before others assume you genuinely care for me."She finally looked up, her expression as sharp as a knife. “I don’t have to ‘sell’ anyth