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His hair was neatly styled now, swept back with purpose, and the stubble he’d once worn carelessly had been replaced by a clean-shaven jaw that gave him an air of professionalism. His glasses, once pushed up in a disorganized manner, were now perched perfectly on his nose — adding a touch of intellectual charm to his already striking appearance. The Julian she had known had always been a bit of a mad scientist, wild-eyed with ideas that seemed impossible to tame. But now, he had become someone entirely different — a man whose style and grace matched the depth of his intellect.

Julian leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze thoughtful as he took in Anna’s reaction. “It’s funny,” he said with a slight smile, his voice a bit softer than she remembered, “how time has a way of shaping us, isn't it? We change, but somehow, we remain the same. I suppose in some ways, I’m still the same person who got lost in a sea of equations and theories. But, now,” he paused, his eyes twinkling, “I’ve simply found a new way to channel that energy. Into writing, into creating puzzles, into something more... tangible.”

"And you, on the other hand," he continued, eyes meeting hers with a touch of amusement, "look like you’ve never lost that spark. The same sharp intellect, the same drive. Just... more polished." He gave her a slight, approving nod, as though he were both admiring and acknowledging her growth.

Just as the conversation was flowing smoothly, the waiter approached their table with a warm smile. He glanced at Anna and, with a hint of admiration, said, “Need some suggestions, Mr. Marlowe? And that’s a beautiful dress, miss. It really suits you.”

Anna smiled, a little caught off guard by the compliment, but grateful nonetheless. “Thank you,” she replied, her cheeks warming slightly, but enjoying this feeling.

Julian, ever the composed figure, glanced at the menu and then back at the waiter. “I’ll have the steak, medium rare, and a bottle of your finest red wine, please,” he said with a calm confidence. “And for my guest?” he looked to Anna, giving her a choice.

Anna glanced at the menu briefly before responding, “I’ll go with the seafood pasta, please.”

The waiter nodded and walked off, leaving them in their quiet corner. Julian turned his attention back to her, leaning slightly forward, his hands clasped together.