Amelia Clarke suddenly met his gaze, stunned for a moment before she casually lowered her eyes and took a sip of the boiled water Mrs. Hamilton had poured for her earlier.
When she looked up again, Owen Moreland had already taken his seat and was talking to someone beside him, his expression as serious and profound as usual, with an occasional slight curve of his lips, seemingly smiling but not quite.
She couldn't tell if it was an illusion, but Owen Moreland seemed to radiate a light that made him stand out, easily spotted without deliberate searching.
"Amelia, I'm going to the restroom. You sit here, I'll be back soon," Mrs. Hamilton whispered in Amelia Clarke's ear before she took her purse and left her seat.
Amelia Clarke nodded.
It wasn't long before Mrs. Hamilton had left that a man took her place, speaking to Amelia Clarke familiarly, "I didn't expect to meet you here, what a fate."