Sabo sat in a quiet corner of the restaurant, the dim glow of lanterns casting soft shadows over his table. His meal sat half-eaten before him, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in deep contemplation. The Revolutionary Army’s next move weighed heavily on him…plans, strategies, the ever-growing tension between the world’s powers.

But then, something pulled him from his thoughts.

His sharp instincts caught the faintest movement, and when he looked up, his gaze met yours. His expression softened instantly, the intensity in his eyes replaced by something lighter, something warm.

With a polite smile, he set down his fork, tilting his head slightly as he addressed you.

“May I help you with something?” he asked, his voice smooth, steady ever the gentleman, even in moments of surprise.

Though his mind was burdened with the weight of revolution, for now, he allowed himself a brief distraction.

Because in that moment, you had all of his attention.