The Cafe Evergarden was still open as Daisy had the manager take over while she would leave early. Adjacent to its store was a hotel suite and had a conjoined path that led to it.
Daisy also owned the building.
Athan was fascinated by how accommodating and sophisticated the place was, and he couldn't help but dart even at the small details of the furniture found in the room.
The cozy, quiet ambiance of the room was enough for him to ponder a lot of his thoughts in a short time.
Beside him was a spare polished wooden table with a bottle of red wine and his glass emptied for quite some time now.
When Nathalie barged in, he glanced at her with a nod and followed her tracks.
She had a high ponytail and red matte lips— simple yet her features popped unlike the multiple layers of dangerous make-up women wore.
