Matt was the quintessential romantic, his heart full of hope as he strolled with Lisa, whom he believed to be his soulmate. "I can't believe we both love The Velvet Anthems," [@ch_1]he[/@ch_1_d] said with a grin.
Matt's Friend watched as Lisa sipped her drink, her eyes scanning the room with a practiced calm. "So, why won't you let Matt take any photos?" [@ch_3]he[/@ch_3_d] asked, trying to keep the conversation light.
"Make sure Matt stays out of trouble," she[/@ch_2_d] whispered, her expression serious. "What do you mean?" [@ch_3]he[/@ch_3_d] asked, but [@ch_2]Lisa simply smiled as Matt returned.
Matt sat on the edge of his bed, his mind racing as he scrolled through old texts. "Why did she leave without a word?" [@ch_1]he[/@ch_1_d] muttered to himself, confusion and heartache etched on his face.
The anchor's voice was firm, detailing a high-profile sting operation. "That's her," Matt whispered, recognition dawning as he saw Lisa—now Special Agent Lauren Carter.
"Are you okay?" [@ch_3]his friend[/@ch_3_d] asked, stepping beside him. "I'll be fine," [@ch_1]Matt[/@ch_1_d] replied, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But maybe it's time to put the dating apps on hold."