Other footsteps echoed against the floorboards, heavy and deliberate. The restaurant door creaked open again, and another figure stepped in.
As I turned my head, my eyes narrowed.
Elias.
He was draped in a sleek, tailored coat that screamed wealth and arrogance, the kind of coat that looked more suited for a gala than a simple restaurant in this quiet corner of the city. He strolled inside as though he owned the place, his polished shoes clicking softly with each step. His gaze swept the restaurant with cool disdain, lips curled like the very air here was beneath him.
“Tch.” His scoff cut through the tense silence. “I swear, this place has lost all its value. When even people with no worth can just waltz in and have a seat, you know the standards have dropped to the gutter.”
My jaw ti
