Camille's POV

"Well, look who showed up again…" she murmured. "Our favorite lumberjack."

Raymond walked in as usual, discreet, with a posture far too relaxed for a man who naturally drew attention without even trying. His dark hair was tied in a low bun, a few loose strands falling around his face. He wore a simple white T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the tattoos on his forearms. He gave us a polite nod and went straight to his usual table.

"Go wait on him," Nina whispered.