The four of them had settled into a comfortable rhythm. Cynthia and Barth had ordered their own meals, and now all four sat around the table, chatting about light topics. Well… mostly Cynthia and Zafira. Barth listened more than he spoke, occasionally nodding or murmuring a short reply.
For Trafalgar, it felt… refreshing.
It had been a long time since he'd had a conversation that wasn't tense, dangerous, or laced with ulterior motives. Just normal talk. Relaxing.
Not that he was planning to stay innocent for long.
Barth seemed like a good person, and so did Cynthia—though she was clearly the protective older sister type. If she ever found out Trafalgar wanted to use Barth for something, she'd probably hate his guts. Still, that didn't change the fact that Barth's class might be exactly what Trafalgar needed.
When their plates were nearly empty, Trafalgar leaned back slightly.
"Well, I'm going to pay. Give me a second."
Cynthia frowned. "We can't let you pay for us again."
