Thomas, who had been sipping his water, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked between the two men. "Wait… you two do know each other?"
Before Zeke could respond, the man in the chef's coat—Xavier—answered casually, "Not really. We ran into each other at a café a few days ago. That's all."
Thomas nodded slowly, as if piecing it together. "Huh. Small world."
He turned to Zeke and grinned. "Didn't know you were the type to hang out at cozy cafés and eat cake."
Zeke took another sip of water, calm as ever. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Thomas."
Thomas chuckled. "Touché."
He turned back to Xavier. "Hannah sends her apologies, by the way. She really wanted to come, but she's drowning in work this week."
Xavier gave a slight nod, leaning a hand on the back of the chair. "She already texted me. I get it. I know how she is when a trial's coming up."
"Well," Thomas said, "I still appreciate you putting this together. It's been too long."
