The shade under the Oak tree was pleasant, the weather was nice, and the company… Well, the company was tolerable, Riven decided, side-eyeing Leon's stupidly perfect face.
Just as he decided that, he heard something. It was more like an argument.
Tense, heated, passionate.
Ultimately, gossip.
Riven's tail flicked once in excitement. His eyes lit up like a cat seeing a laser pointer. "Shh," he said suddenly.
Leon blinked. "I wasn't saying anything."
"Shh!" Riven pressed a finger to Leon's lips like he was a librarian shushing children. "I'm hearing something important."
From a short distance down the walkway, voices carried over the hum of the posh district.
"I can't believe we are doing this again in public!" a voice snapped, high-pitched, offended, and impatient.
"Of course we are," a deeper voice replied with restrained anger. "You brought it up in a public setting!"
Riven's ears practically swivelled like miniature satellite dishes, zeroing in. He wanted faces.
