#jungheert

Context: Kleya, posing as a debutante, is working covertly with Lonni to plan a heist of Davo Sculdun's ill-gotten art and antiquities collection. Heert doesn't know what's going on, he's just there for the vibes.

Kleya’s fingers closed tightly around the slip of paper. “You’re taking an enormous risk, Mr. Jung. If Luthen and I succeed—”

“Then Sculdun will lose what he prizes above all else,” Lonni replied quietly, his resolve unshakable. “Some accounts cannot be settled with money alone.”

They allowed a brief silence to settle. Kleya certainly appreciated the man’s acting ability. For all intents and purposes, they were just two acquaintances sipping their tea and enjoying a respectable conversation.

The bell above the door of the tea shop chimed again, calling Kleya's attention away from her companion, as a dark-haired gentleman in an elegantly tailored summer suit entered. He surveyed the bustling room for a moment before his gaze brightened with recognition.

“Jung!” Mr. Avril Heert called warmly, approaching their table with a courteous bow. “I hoped I might find you here. And in the company of the lovely Miss Marki, no less.”