Theda was freezing, looking at the black-haired boy in front of her. Normally Allen would ask his customers, "What's wrong?" because he had been stared at like that. But since it already happened so many times, Allen no longer asked. He already realized how rare black hair was in this city. Although it had been a long time since he felt that kind of stare because these days, people already knew him as "Rodion's nephew's black boy."
It wasn't that Allen didn't serve customers often, but Theda's visits were usually in the morning or evening, during less busy times, so Theda had never seen Allen before. However, she had heard rumors about him.
"Uh, please enjoy," Allen said with a slightly awkward walk back to the kitchen.
"Wait," Theda called after Allen, "have I seen you before?"
Confused by her question, Allen replied, "I don't know; I've certainly never seen you before."
"I see..."
