Trafalgar and Caelum remained alone at the table after Selara left.
For a while, neither of them moved. The café around them continued with its polished rhythm, waiters gliding between distant tables, cups chiming softly against saucers, and expensive conversations passing through the terrace without ever becoming loud enough to be considered rude.
Trafalgar was the first to speak.
"A perfect job, Caelum," he said, his fingers resting around the coffee cup. "Now we only need to wait and see if Director Selara has any luck with her part as well. Although I would like to ask you something. Do you think there could be a large-scale fight if things get out of control?"
Caelum, wearing Orven von Halbrecht's face with insulting precision, kept both gloved hands folded on the table. The disguise had not loosened. The posture, the ring, the faint irritation in the brow, the older weight in the shoulders - all of it remained intact.
