"Eh? You are…"
"Hello, uncle." Sera was smiling at the old 'uncle' who sat inside the private tea room. He was wearing a suit that looked two sizes smaller than him. He squinted at her.
"You look different."
"Thank you," Sera said as eyed the sitting area of the teahouse. This isn't some traditional teahouse but a foreign one. There were no chairs or couches inside the small five-by-five room. Instead, there were pillows that one could use in sitting on the carpeted floor.
The smell of sweet brewing tea coated the room.
She removed her stilettos while cursing inwardly. She had to wear taller stilettos to make herself five foot two self taller and fool the people following her. Moreover, she underestimated walking in the streets with these types of shoes. Because of this, her feet were already aching.
But she could only complain inwardly and act calmly in front of the old man.
