The barista led us to a place deeper in the cafe, the accounting office turned private room, and stepped out. Almost as soon as the manager and I sat down, the door was knocked on again, and in came Maria and the receptionist.
"Young master!"
"You're here…"
I nodded and crossed my arms. At the same time, the spirits let me go and the horns on my head revealed themselves.
Maria and the receptionist gasped.
"Hoh…" the manager scoffed. "I see what happened to you now."
"Dusk… did you turn into a demon?"
"Young master! Are you alright? You did something risky, didn't you?"
I did do something risky, and she seemed fairly annoyed at that. I stuck out my tongue and flashed her my hand.
"My finger got fixed so alls well that ends well?"
"I don't know," The receptionist spoke as she pulled back a chair and plonked down on it. "I thought you found all your scars really cool."
"Let's just say I am preparing to get new ones."
