It was already past lunchtime; the place was still crowded with people wanting to eat. The capital itself was a lively place, and maybe because it was near the kingdom, there were a variety of people socializing with one another.
She looked at the number of people coming in and going out. The majority wore clothing of an obvious commoner style. Some looked like she was draped in a black cloak, some looked slightly wealthy, and some were just ordinary. She was not sure if dyeing hair was a trend in this world, but most people had mahogany brown hair.
"Here are the paper, pen, and newspaper, Young Lady." The woman came back, she was breathing heavily as if she ran a marathon.
Yanarym pointed with her lips for the woman to place the things on the empty chair.
"You can take the change as your tip."
The woman's eyes sparkled. "I should be thanking you for your generosity, Young Lady. And I am deeply sorry for treating you poorly when you came in."
