She felt almost sneaky. Mavri knew that Y’io would be eating, and she knew that she’d spit him. He wasn’t hard to pick out if she looked for him. Once Mavri had gotten her dinner she’d headed straight for his table. He wouldn’t leave if she approached him while he was eating.

It wasn’t so much curiosity that drove her, but need. She needed to know how he’d been during their turns apart. He’d Impressed! He’d matured! He’d become even more straight faced. And she knew she had hurt him. She wanted to fix that. They’d made up last time they’d played together, but that didn’t mean the old wounds weren’t still there.

“Are you enjoying dinner?” She asked, once she’d reached him.