Damon kept his hood low, avoiding Leona Valefier's piercing golden gaze as he moved to a table by the window. From here, he could keep a clear view of the restaurant where Marcus and his group were gathered. He slid into the seat without a word, hoping she would leave him be.
Leona, however, was not so easily deterred. She followed him without hesitation and sat across from him, her mug clinking against the wooden table as she placed it down.
"That's very rude, you know," she said, her voice light but with a cold edge.
"You can't just ignore someone like that."
Damon didn't respond, keeping his gaze fixed on the window.
'What is wrong with this girl, and why is she even talking to me?' he thought, annoyed.
Leona's golden eyes flickered with amusement, and she leaned in slightly.
"Hey, why did you sneak out of the academy? I thought you were going to cook something tasty. Hmm… but this is fun too, I guess."
