The warm, amber-hued lighting within the private tea room at The Ebony Lounge cast a soft, golden glow across Lucas Hill's animated face, highlighting the sheer intensity of his expression. He was in the middle of a passionate monologue, his words tumbling out between enthusiastic bites of an exquisitely crafted pastry. As he chewed, he continued to ramble incessantly about his grand plans for the future, his eyes burning with a brilliance that seemed to contain the sparkling depths of an entire galaxy. It appeared that this time, after years of forcing himself to live in the shadows, terrified that the tallest tree would catch the most wind, Lucas had finally found the true guiding light for his path forward.
