The cafeteria buzzed with life, the clinking of utensils and lively chatter filling the air as students from various years mingled. The scent of freshly baked bread and roasted meats wafted through the space. Tristen led Leo through the crowded area, weaving between groups of students.
Leo kept his black cloak drawn close, his sharp eyes scanning the room casually. He could feel the stares—some curious, others dismissive—but none strong enough to warrant concern.
"Here," Tristen said, grabbing a table near the corner. "We'll wait for them here. They're usually punctual."
Leo sat down, stretching his legs out and leaning back. His gaze flickered to the entrance every so often, his expression calm but observant. He tilted his head slightly toward Tristen. "So, these friends of yours—how'd you meet them?"
