Slowly, Lin FenXiang turned around, putting a neutral smiling expression on his face, the artist faced the couple who walked towards him.
Tristan Fletcher in particular seemed pretty happy to see him, in contrast to their cheerfulness, Charles Anderson's reaction to his presence was much more quiet, milder if he was to say.
“Uh, hey,” he pulled his hand out of this pocket and gave them a little wave. Tristan was quick to return his waving with one of their own.
“No, seriously,” they said softly. “You are here too. This is like the second time we have met each other somewhere coincidentally.“
With lidded eyes, Lin FenXiang looked down at them, giving a short nod, he opened his mouth to speak.
“Yeah, what are you two doing here?“ He asked, making an effort to show his curiosity. The two of them being in this auction personally seemed odd enough. Not to mention their little whispered conversation.
Not that Lin FenXiang could ask about that.