Lila sat at a corner table, her tray untouched. She glanced across at Theo, who was absentmindedly poking at his food. The unspoken tension between them was palpable, a silent conversation carried on by fleeting looks and hesitant gestures. "X and Y, you and I, nothing more, that's no lie," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the cafeteria's din.

Theo paused, his fork suspended mid-air. His eyes met Lila's, searching for answers in their depths. "Do you really believe that?" he asked, uncertainty tinging his voice. Lila shrugged slightly, her gaze drifting to the window where the sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink.

Lila sighed, a soft, resigned sound. "It's hard to know what's true when everything around us feels so... scripted," she admitted, her fingers tracing the edge of the table. Theo nodded, understanding the weight of her words. He leaned forward, elbows resting on the tabletop. "But what about us? Is that scripted too?"

Lila looked up, meeting Theo's gaze with a newfound determination. "I don't think so," she replied softly. "We write our own story, don't we?" There was a moment of silence, a shared understanding passing between them that needed no further explanation.

Theo reached across the table, his hand patting hers. "Then let's find the trut together," he smiled, a warmth in his eyes that matched the glow of the fading sun. Lila returned his smile, a sense of peace settling over her. Together, they gathered their trays, standing side by side as they left the cafeteria, ready to face whatever stories the future held.