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	Toma gave a quiet hum of agreement, eyes flicking once more to the cup—its crown and name still visible, still waiting.

	“Philosophy,” he said. “As well as Classics.”

	His tone was even, devoid of any pride or arrogance. Spoken not with flourish, but simply with precision. Like a truth he’d already tested.

	“Kengen draws a lot from Hane, yeah. I initially followed the usual path. But I stayed for the questions.” He glanced toward her, tone still measured. “Most people study to find answers. They don’t usually seek the right [i]questions[/i] first.”

	He looked about the space again. Still keeping an eye out for others.

	“I’ll follow your lead,” he said, gradually returning his gaze to hers. “I have been here for a little while. When you feel like you have waited enough, let me know and we can transition into that other space.”

	He took a longer pull on the medium roast, savoring it a while, holding the cup on subtle display as a final attempt to catch the notice of any others like themselves who may be about the area.

	“Unless,” he said. Slowly rising to his feet. Epiphany settling over his face. 

	[i]I've been here for a while...[/i] his thoughts echoed. [i]I have been [b]here[/b]...[/i]

	“What do you say about taking a stroll?" He asked, turning his head down to her. "Maybe someone else will see our little message if we take it [i]to[/i] them?”

	Perhaps [i]that[/i] was the right question.