Sylvia sat alone at the center table of the silent restaurant, her posture was elegant and perfectly straight.
Her hands folded over one another as she waited. The entire establishment had been rented out on her request… rows of empty tables sat untouched while waiters stayed along the walls, poised like statues ready to attend to her the instant she spoke.
Only the soft chiming of cutlery could be heard through the whole establishment.
'Sir Azel… will you honor my letter?' she wondered, though her expression remained calm and dignified.
Despite her perfect composure, there was stiffness in her shoulders whih was tension she would never allow anyone else to notice.
