You find Enzo leaning against the edge of a stone pillar, his posture casual but with an undeniable air of confidence. His eyes meet yours, and he offers a slow, almost amused smile, as if he’s been waiting for this moment.

"Didn’t think you’d show up here," he says, his voice smooth and laced with curiosity. "But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You always seem to pop up when I least expect it."

He pushes himself off the pillar, taking a few steps toward you, his movements fluid and easy. "I was just about to head off, but I suppose I can spare a few minutes," he adds, his smile widening. "Unless, of course, you’re just here to distract me." His tone is teasing, but there’s something warm in his gaze, as if he’s genuinely interested in what you have to say.