Avara POV
The restaurant is an oasis of exclusivity, sparsely populated but exuding luxury in every detail. Modern finishes gleam under carefully curated lighting, the decor a seamless blend of sumptuous fabrics and cutting-edge design.
Haru strides forward, unbothered, Botan a steadfast shadow. Akio's gaze scans the room, ever vigilant, as I step out hesitantly, an intruder in this realm of untouchable opulence. The security team lingers behind as they position themselves around the perimeter. A poised hostess greets Haru with an air of reverence as she heralds us to a table set conspicuously in the room's center. All eyes seem to follow, though none linger long enough to betray their curiosity.
A waiter approaches briskly, menus in hand, but Haru waves them off. He speaks decisively, ordering for the table without input from any of us, his choice of a rare vintage arriving moments later. The bottle is uncorked and the wine is poured into waiting glasses.
