"Ah? Did I fall asleep?"
Devereux bolted upright from his chair, sheer panic written all over his face. He scrambled to straighten his collar and robes, desperately trying to make himself look presentable.
Quickly looking around, he noticed their booth was still relatively quiet. The surrounding stalls were beginning to get crowded, but because their location was tucked slightly toward the back, no one had squeezed past them just yet.
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