Daniel turned his gaze toward the man standing behind Harley. He had short curly hair and wore a turmeric-colored tunic decorated with intricate patterns, black pants, and a leather sword belt around his waist.
Before Daniel could say a word, Harley spoke first.
"He's Daniel. Daniel, this is Tristan," Harley murmured, introducing them.
"Hi," Daniel said, extending his hand toward Tristan.
Tristan's eyes briefly dropped to the outstretched hand. Instead of taking it, he slowly raised his arms and crossed them over his chest.
"Nice to meet you, Daniel," Tristan said, standing straight.
Daniel's hand remained suspended for a moment, his fingers curled before he slowly pulled it back — a faintly awkward smile tugging at his lips.
"Harley, let's go practice with the others," Tristan said, his expression neutral.
"Yes, let's go," Harley replied, turning around.
"Wait, aren't you going to invite your new friend?"
