Greta couldn't help but watch him interact with the girl, her reaction to him, his attitude toward her. She looked back at Ludo with a certain amount of scrutiny, wondering what the balance was between this flirtatious and suave front and the person who'd landed in the Wizengamot courtroom. She was struck by the urge to dig beyond what was before her and see what remained, not for any harsh exposé or other journalistic endeavor, but for herself. Just to know.
Absurd.
But it was a testament to his apparent popularity, how quickly the drinks were brought out. After a lot of what Greta would politely refer to as "simpering" on the waitress's behalf, she sauntered off and Greta watched her thoughtfully as she sipped.
"Know you, do they?" she asked sweetly, mostly without rancour.
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