"Fancy seeing you here, Hera..." Alexandre said, feigning surprise as he glanced around the restaurant before locking eyes with her. He stood up and casually made his way to Hera's table to greet them. Xavier's previously languid expression shifted instantly—his whole demeanor turning sharp and guarded, like a cat bristling at the sight of a rival.
Alexandre, however, paid him no mind, keeping his attention fixed on Hera.
Around the table, Athena, Liz, Minerva, and Antoine could practically smell the tension in the air. Silently, they all tried to shrink into the background, as if hoping to become invisible spectators to the brewing drama. Athena reached for her freshly squeezed orange juice, lips pursing around the straw as she sipped quietly, her gaze flicking between Xavier and Alexandre, then to Hera, who looked like she was sitting on pins and needles.
