PANEL 1: The dark elf at the cafe is oblivious to being watched and goes to eat his cake while Zahir nervously pretends to check his phone, putting a hand on his hat.

PANEL 2: Zahir turns around to stare again. The dark elf is happily taking a bit of his cake.

ZAHIR: ...

PANEL 3:

Zahir puts his phone away in his back pocket.

PANEL 4:

Zahir puts an arm behind his back and inhales as he's about to make himself known.