"Well, well, look who we have here," Lucavion's teasing tone cut through the crowd like a knife. "The great Valeria Olarion, standing in line like the rest of us mere mortals. Never thought I'd see the day."
Valeria stiffened, her jaw tightening in frustration before she slowly turned her head toward the voice. And there he was, that same smug grin on his face, leaning casually against a nearby post as if he hadn't a care in the world.
Valeria's eyes narrowed as she took in his casual posture and that ever-present smug grin. "You," she repeated, her voice laced with growing agitation. "Why are you here? Are you following me?"
Lucavion raised an eyebrow, looking genuinely surprised by the accusation. "Following you?" He shook his head, his smile widening. "Oh no, not this time. I didn't expect to find you here either. It's purely a coincidence, I swear."
