As you get into the restaurant you find a most unwanted sight. You exchange glances with your ex, Kristoph Gavin, who you know all too well — his expression tells more than any words ever could.

He's clearly displeased by your presence, his lips curl upward in an irritated grin. "Why, fancy meeting you here. Come, sit, sit. No harm in two old friends having a chat, now is there?" He invites you to sit with him at the table, his sharp eyes betraying the false approachable facade.