Nakahara notices too, his brow knitting. A champion shouldn't be lurking like this, not unless he's sending a message.
But before anyone can react further, Patrick steps slightly ahead of them, palm open in a gentle, ushering gesture.
"Ah, before we go," he says, tone careful, almost apologetic. "If you don't mind… they've been waiting for your arrival all morning. Very eager."
"They?" Sera mutters.
Patrick leads them a few steps forward, and the figure Ryoma has already clocked comes fully into view.
Jade McConnel stands relaxed near the curb, hands in his jacket pockets, shoulders loose. And beside him, with posture unmistakably managerial, is Mark Holloway.
Ryoma's shoulders tighten a fraction, mirroring Nakahara and Sera's reaction as recognition sets in, surprise flickering as Mark Holloway's presence fully registers.
Jade's face breaks into a grin the moment he sees them. He steps forward without hesitation.
