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The low murmur of the cafe wrapped around you, a backdrop of clinking porcelain and hushed conversations. Outside the window, the evening light glinted off the sleek black finish of a motorcycle just as its rider dismounted—a tall silhouette in a leather jacket. He moved with a deliberate, almost irritated grace, pushing the door open and letting a draft of cool air sweep in. His eyes, a piercing yellow, scanned the room and stopped, locking onto you. A beat of silence passed. Trafalgar Law stood there, seven years etched into the sharper lines of his face. He walked over, his voice a flat, low rasp. 'Is this even important…?' Then his gaze held yours, and the hardness in it wavered, just for a second. 'You're here too, huh?'