When Musk stepped into the Copper Elm, the contrast between the opulence of the space and his shabby appearance was immediately noticeable. Chandeliers bathed the restaurant in a soft glow, and well-dressed patrons murmured softly as they dined. The host greeted him with a strained smile, clearly unsettled by his appearance. She quickly told him that the restaurant was fully booked, despite the empty tables scattered throughout the room. Musk remained calm, allowing the tension to build as the hostess hesitated.