"Oh, my. Pardon, my lord, but we've run out of ice," Esme said and averted her eyes to Yanarym.
Yanarym looked at her table with four cups of cold dessert in extra-large bowls. Well, she wanted it to melt… so she could drink it. It was not her fault either way, she had always ordered four special bowls of halo-halo.
Guide-sama: "You should have just ordered juice. He wants to have halo-halo so badly."
Khaleel shifted his eyes to the table where the waitress was looking and saw the four huge bowls of halo-halo melting.
'What exactly is he thinking? I can't imagine him wanting it so bad.'
Guide-sama: "Will she sell it if I ask her if I could buy it? No, she'll probably get scared the moment I talk to her. I should just leave."
After some seconds of looking at Khaleel and reading his mind through Guide-sama. In addition, she did not see any shadow of Cain following her wife, and Yanarym instantly calmed down.
