Trafalgar spotted Selara outside, perched on a stone bench beside one of Aurevane's narrower plazas.
The city hadn't slowed since morning. Carriages rolled across the main road in polished lines, students drifted past in groups with assignnt papers clutched in hand, and vendors had already deduced that Academy visitors were hungry, distracted, and easy to overcharge. A lucrative combination, if you happened to sell food near the event district.
Trafalgar returned to her carrying two folded crepes wrapped in thin paper. Chocolate bled from one edge, sliced strawberries piled inside with the confidence of a rchant who understood temptation rather better than pricing. He extended one to Selara, and she accepted it without her usual comntary.
"Thank you."
That alone was worrying.
Trafalgar lowered himself onto the bench beside her, keeping enough distance for appearances while unwrapping his own crepe. "It's strange seeing you this unmotivated, Director."
Selara regarded the crepe in her hand as if it had offended her by being ordinary. "That's a rude thing to say to the woman currently tolerating you as an assistant."
"You usually answer faster than that."
She vented a breath through her nose and finally bit into it. The chocolate and strawberries did their work, and her shoulders eased by a fraction.
Trafalgar studied the crowd instead of pressing imdiately. "It's the first day. We didn't expect this to be simple from the start. And there's always the chance he isn't even here."
Selara chewed slowly, swallowed, and gave him a fatigued glance. "You aren't wrong, which is deeply annoying."
"I'll survive your disappointnt."
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