As the carriage rolled down the cobblestone streets of London, Julius couldn't stop smiling.
It had been weeks since he and Maverick shared a quiet dinner together, and now, sitting across from his companion in the elegant carriage, he was filled with anticipation.
The air was crisp with the coming evening, and the rhythmic sound of the wheels created a soothing backdrop.
Maverick, on the other hand, was composed, his gaze steady as he looked out of the window. He finally broke the silence, his voice calm. "Tell me about last night. What did you find?"
Julius, lounging casually with a relaxed smile, replied, "Nothing suspicious. I waited and observed the guests for quite some time, but no one stood out."
Maverick seemed to consider this for a moment. "Just as expected. They wouldn't be so bold to make a move at an open event like that." His voice carried the confidence of someone who had already anticipated the outcome.
