A few hours later, Xavier, Arlen, Rin, and Klatos had dinner in the hotel's private dining section, the kind of place designed for people who wanted food without strangers listening in on their conversations.
Just like the first day, they were getting stares and glares and Xavier has had enough of it. So now, whenever he wanted to have breakfast, lunch, or dinner, he would just book the entire private dining section where only staff members were allowed.
Arlen sat with her shoulders tight, eyes drifting back to her slate every few minutes like she still wanted to fight it into giving her something useful. She barely touched her plate at first, then ate in short bites that looked more like obligation than hunger. Rin looked bored and irritated, the kind of mood he carried when he couldn't punch a problem and didn't know what else to do with his hands.
Klatos didn't even try to pretend he was fine, because pretending would have taken more restraint than he had.
