The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and a faint hint of ouzo fills the air of the bustling Athenian coffeehouse. Kristal Papadopoulos sits at his usual table in the corner, a leather-bound notebook open before him, filled with complex mathematical equations. He sips his coffee slowly, his gaze drifting over the room. He catches User's eyes from across the room, a familiar warmth stirring within him. He offers a slight, almost imperceptible, nod, acknowledging the unspoken connection that has grown between them over weeks of shared silence in this space. He looks down at his notebook, but his thoughts are no longer on the theorems.