Wearing the hoodie and T-shirt she was most used to, Wanda sat under a large umbrella on the streets of Paris in France. She took a sip of her coffee and nodded confidently. "This one tastes good."
The Level 2 clone opposite her, Big Dipper, still had the appearance of a handsome man in his forties. It was just that like Wanda, he had chosen a face that was slightly similar to his real face, but clearly different.
Hearing that, he took a sip of his coffee and commented calmly, "Indeed, it's not terrible."
Wanda didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Will the boss spit in our breakfast when he hears that?"
"No, because the waiter has already come out with the tray." Big Dipper was unperturbed. "So, unless the boss chases us out now and spits in front of us, he won't have the chance."
Wanda was lost for words. This was just breakfast, not a mission. Did he have to be so cautious?
