Right before the bar in the lounge, the two groups kept staring at each other.
Lukas didn't break eye contact from Boaz, his hand twitching at his sides, ready to throw hands if the need arose.
The silence lasted approximately three seconds before Boaz's posture changed.
The man seemed to deflate, his pomposity disappearing as if he was a ball poked by a nail.
He bent slightly at the waist, his entire demeanor recalibrating into something Lukas hadn't expected to see.
The man stepped forward and extended his hand towards Lukas with a smile that had abandoned all pretense of superiority.
"Lukas Valentine," he said, taking Lukas' hand before he could get over his surprise, pumping the handshake with genuine enthusiasm.
"I have to say, it is an honor to meet you here like this. Truly. I watched every one of your matches in the tournament, and I have to tell you, I'm a big fan."
