Noah settled into the seat with an easy smile. "Thank you for letting us join you. We hope we are not intruding."
Logan shook his head lightly. "Not at all."
Emily sat gracefully, her eyes calm but curious. "That mask suits you. Still… even behind it, you stand out. It is rare for someone your age to carry such presence."
Logan inclined his head. "Masks only hide a face, not much else."
Noah chuckled softly. "True. And presence cannot be hidden, no matter the disguise. It lingers in how a person walks, how they breathe, how they look at the world." His tone was friendly, but there was a hint of meaning beneath the words.
Logan met his gaze for a moment before replying, "Perhaps. But sometimes presence is mistaken for something else. People often see what they expect to see." He knew exactly what the couple was after.
