Maybe it was just because Andrew had some dazzling good looks, but Lowe was sure his eyes had some weirdly hypnotizing effect that made him unable to look away. Before he forgot how to breathe, he was freed from Andrew's spell when the other broke their visual contact to give the waitress his order.

For a moment, Lowe felt troubled. The sensation was similar to being cornered. He moved a little in his chair, trying to find a position more comfortable than the one he was, without much success. Lowering his eyes to the menu again, he waited until the waitress got to his side, and he pinpointed his order, adding the first dessert he found.

Now he was back to square one, not knowing which way to communicate with them. On his right, Ethan still had a look of someone who was having fun. On his left, he could sense Andrew's eyes on him, but he wasn't feeling bold enough to confirm it. 

Lowe moved his attention to the ever-smiling guy since it felt like a safe route to take. Fidgeting with his phone, he took a deep breath and slid it over the table until it reached in front of Ethan. Its screen was unlocked and ready to add a new number to his contact list.

Lowe wasn't sure if he needed to explain his intentions when Ethan looked back at him after checking the phone, locking eyes with Andrew, and having a silent conversation between them that ended with Ethan looking like he was ready to mischief. So he pointed to his phone and then raised his finger to point at the guy, just to be sure.

He grabbed the phone, taking his time to put in his information. Both Andrew and Lowe kept watching the other's action, but while one face didn't share much through the process, the other stared with expectant eyes. The idea of having a new number in his contact list was exciting, so the minutes seemed to stretch themselves while Lowe waited.

When he got his phone back, the boy tilted his head, not understanding what he saw. His phone was unlocked but with an unfamiliar white screen, divided by three horizontally blocks.

From the bottom, the first division had a keyboard. The one in the middle was blank. But observing with a little more attention, Lowe saw a speaker symbol at his right, in the inferior corner. And the box at the top, just like the other time he received a phone from Ethan's hands, had words appearing magically.

"Sorry about using your phone without asking. I found this application the other day. In the first box will appear what we are saying, and you can write your answer in the second. If you press the speaker button, a voice will read it out loud."

A moment passed with Lowe grinning to his phone. He wanted to try it out, so he wrote "thank you" and pressed the button. Uncertain if the voice left the device, he searched for their reaction to get some reassurance.

With features that conveyed he had some forgotten information, Ethan started to talk again, and the boy moved his attention back to the screen. "It has different settings of voices available if you want to change it."

It didn't matter. With no concept of sound, it didn't make a difference for him how it sounded. Lowe started to write an answer to let them choose the voice they liked more, but more letters appeared in the top box, so he waited and lifted his eyes from the screen, finding out that it was Andrew who was talking this time.

"It has three voices. They remember a superhero, a villain, and a cheerful person."

Lowe hummed with the provided information. In that light, the idea of how his messages would sound to others was appealing. He enjoyed the prospect of sounding like a villain, spiking his interest in the matter. So he typed "I want the villain's voice" and hit the button.

One of Andrew's eyebrows stood, and Lowe saw his answer forming on the screen. "You didn't strike me as a villain type of guy," he said, with a tiny smirk on his face, which Lowe returned while writing his answer, the smile reaching his eyes. "There is no good story without a villain."

Lowe was ready to write all his theories about villains and how people can misunderstand them sometimes. Not that some villains weren't essentially evil, but he liked to see how, under a different perspective, a good few were just acting out of need. And if you changed the narrative side, a lot of heroes would be considered villains.

But the 'thank you' arising on his screen stopped the boy, making him take notice of the waitress who attended them being back to their table, with a tray carrying their orders. 

She served Ethan a cup of coffee accompanied by biscuits shaped in cute forms, while Andrew also got a cup of coffee, but with a piece of strawberry cake that looked delicious. In a few moments, she put his chocolate drink and a slice of brownie in front of him.

While staring at their orders, he made a mental note about their likes. Apparently, they all enjoyed sweets, and he thought that this discovery was a piece of information he could use later if they ever met again. His eyes moved from the food to Andrew's moving mouth and settled on his phone.

Lowe smiled while reading the text. He was sure Andrew's offer was something done between friends.