This is a disaster, West groaned to himself. He leaned back on his chair and watched Ruben crouching as he ate away the ten-silver worth bowl of strawberry-flavoured ice.
Had he already mentioned that it cost him ten silvers? It was said to be the cheapest, though it didn't feel like it.
Ah, things restlessness could do to one.
The members of the troupe occupied almost all of the tables in the cafe. All hold the same frustrations they got from the earlier event, their emotions expressed differently from another.
Nelle sat beside him, moaning as she slowly pounded her head on the table, her back shaking. West could only sigh in response. Meanwhile, Hellen shielded her friend's forehead from another bump by pressing her right hand on the table, the other patting her back lightly.
