But the stranger's gaze lingered on Shqip, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. As he received his coffee, he walked over to their table and introduced himself.
The friends couldn't help but stare as the stranger made his way to the counter and ordered a coffee. As he waited for his drink, he scanned the room, his eyes locking onto each of the friends in turn.
"My name is Lek," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I couldn't help but notice that you all seem like friends. May I join you?"
But as the night wore on, Shqip began to notice that Lek seemed to be hiding something. He would occasionally pause mid-sentence, his eyes clouding over with a mysterious expression.