'Shit. Why is he here?'
Of all the people Florian could run into, it had to be him. His jaw clenched as he forced himself to turn slowly, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. His gaze met Lancelot's, who stood there smirking with infuriating confidence, his piercing eyes gleaming with amusement as if he had already won a game Florian didn't even know he was playing.
Florian swallowed hard, his mind racing for a response. 'Just act normal,' he told himself, though the very idea seemed laughable under the circumstances.
"I…" His voice cracked, coming out weaker than he intended. He quickly straightened his posture, forcing himself to stand taller despite the ridiculous frilly uniform and his trembling nerves. "Kaz," he blurted, repeating the name he had given the maid earlier.
