Kaell Fernandes & Daddy Black (PC)

As the smell of woodsmoke and spices filled the air, the two sat down at the table. The "crisis" was over, replaced by the comfortable banter of two people who knew exactly how to push each other's buttons—and exactly how much they cared about one another.

Kaell froze mid-pose. The threat of no Wi-Fi was the only thing that could truly pierce his digital armor. He quickly set the phone down on a patio table—still recording, of course—and scrambled back into the kitchen. He returned seconds later with a tray of garlic, salt, and paprika, presenting them like a peace offering. Kaell Fernandes & Daddy Black

Daddy Black took a bite of a rib, chewed thoughtfully, and nodded. "Well," he said, wiping sauce from his chin, "at least the internet has some sense. Now put that phone away and eat before I eat yours, too." As the smell of woodsmoke and spices filled

Kaell laughed, finally turning the camera off. For the rest of the afternoon, the only thing that mattered wasn't the views or the likes—it was the food, the sun, and the loud, booming laughter of Daddy Black. The threat of no Wi-Fi was the only