A short and overweight man, with hair thin on top and sporting a wan and careless appearance, entered the cafe. He was rubbing his hands from cold and, from the shimmering drops on his shoulders and greasy hair, there was light rain outside.
Eun Ha looked away from the cafe's new client to pull the curtain beside her and peer around the corner where she had left the Hunter.
But Professor Shin was there, like an lurking giant owl in overcoat and hat, under the light pole, holding his duffel bag, looking vigilant. Eun Ha had an unpleasant déjà vu, rubbed her arms trying to dismiss the chilling feels, and looked away, not knowing what was worse: being inside the suffocating cafe, or outside with her tutor.
Probably tonight, for whatever that Hunter hunted, both.
