Roman
The waiter looked at the two of them. It looked like he was interrupting something, but his brain wandered towards the most natural thing. "Are you two ready to order?"
Roman didn't hear the waiter. No, he was frozen in place, as if those words by themselves were a binding spell, a cage crafted by the nexus's most powerful mage. The eyes that stared back at her weren't the eyes of a man who knew the first not the second. In fact, deep down, he knew that he could have started this process earlier. Indeed if he was right about this he could have been a powerful teenager, but instead, he waited until he had reached his 20s. Why? Why did he do that? It was a simple but pathetic answer, because he lacked the will, because deep down he thought of himself as beneath those who were special, those who were "abnormal."
"Yeah," he said, staring at her with a blank expression.
But not today. He would conquer everything.
That blank expression turned into a small smirk. "I think you'll be happy. I'll show you that i'm the strongest weakling you've ever seen. If all that costs me is a stake and an expensive gym membership, I don't mind at all."
Now that he had regained his composure, he silently wondered why she dodged the question. In fact, this time, he waited for her to guide the conversation. After all, with an exchange like that even he could grasp the reality of the situation. The fact of the matter was she was stronger than him, in body and mind.