A few hours earlier, in a different place.
A deserted tavern becomes the choice of two people sitting, facing each other. This time the gazes of the two looked at in different ways. Neither of them gave a friendly impression.
Like staring at an enemy who has not seen each other for a long time. They are ready to issue a secret weapon that is ready to be thrown.
"Ehemm..." David cleared his throat slightly when he saw Naomi was still keeping her mouth shut.
"Thank you for accepting my invitation," said David, starting the conversation.
"Heh, that's weird. Even though you said didn't want to be contacted and... actually, I was lazy to meet you, Mr. David," Naomi said in annoyance.
"He's become a completely different person. Does this person have bipolar disorder? If it weren't for him mentioning Catalina's name, I certainly wouldn't have met her either," Naomi thought as she squinted her eyes with a look of fury on her face.
