Trafalgar glanced at Cynthia after Zafira's words.
Cynthia glanced back at him.
Neither of them said anything for a breath, though the cafeteria had suddenly become a much less forgiving place to be standing. Zafira's comment had fallen across the table with the terrible innocence of someone who had noticed something obvious and decided to give it a name in public.
Trafalgar did not get nervous.
That, in Cynthia's opinion, was almost more irritating than if he had.
Barth, on the other hand, looked as if someone had lit a festival lantern behind his face. His eyes brightened, his ears reddened, and his attention bounced between Trafalgar and Cynthia with a dawning excitement that made it painfully clear he understood exactly what Zafira's sentence implied.
Trafalgar exhaled once.
"We are dating," he said.
Cynthia stiffened beside him.
