What was with the age barrier?

What made it such a big deal?

“Aren't you hungry? Let's grab something to eat downstairs."

Isaac changed gears, wiping her feet. “I'll take you down."

“Nah, I'm good Camila declined. “Slippers make it painless. I can manage myself."

Slippers on, she strutted a few steps to prove her point.

"Alright."

Isaac warned her to tread carefully.

Camila freshened up and trotted downstairs alongside him.

"We whipped up some Azmar specials. Any cravings, just holler, and we'll cook them up," the butler offered.

Camila was all in for Azmar cuisine.

Isaac brushed off the butler. "We're good here, thanks."

The butler skedaddled.

The chef worked wonders, every dish a delight.

Camila's stomach was rumbling and she dug in with gusto.

Isaac gave her a side-eye. “No one's going to snatch it away from you."

Camila didn't hold back.

With no airs or graces, she just enjoyed her meal.

Isaac dug her vibe, embracing her authenticity.

Serving her some soup, he dropped a reminder. “Be careful, alright?"