The sound of lounge music gently wafted through the chatter and clatter of the cafe. It was another busy afternoon near the Megido University, and the cafe bustled with activity. Commuters from the campus, as well as those who stopped by for a quick cuppa before returning home, or before the graveyard shift. Stealthily sequestered in a table near a corner window, was a young man light colored hair and almost silvery-white hair, the remains of a Yansoon tea and a scattering of custard-cream biscuits. The lad stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the dusky complexion of the Kyrenaians, and indeed he was from out of town, and happily conversed with whoever passed him by. Even when the waitress apologized if the man was trying to read his book in peace, a swiftly disarming smile allowed whoever was present to either enjoy their time in peace, or merrily converse on the local happenings. The book in question, Amir Amhas' The Murdered Beggarman, proved to be quite the entertaining read. Normally, the Dancerian man would have devoured the book before the biscuits, but for the sake of enjoying the story, as well as killing time, he took his time and scribbled a few notes in his native Sindarin.
From what the more romantic, or possibly eager to pry some gossip, would discover that yes, he was indeed hoping to meet with a girl on the Swim Team, and that five o'clock sharp would be the appropriate time. Other than that, the man allowed for noncommittal answers. For one thing, it was tired news that people pined for Fara bint-Damir, Princess of Megido. For another, he, being Aceus Elurion, King of Danceria desired to be incognito, and for the most part, he succeeded.
Checking his watch, he smiled. Twenty-five minutes to. Plenty of time to navigate the busy streets to the pool, and plenty more time to change into his swimwear and take a few laps around the university pool. He realized first his disadvantage. Aceus swam mostly for recreation, or to maintain his physique, not competitively. But regardless, he wasn't going to give up that easily.
Hoisting his backpack, and humming a song, he made his way over to the university proper.