The titular coffee was rich and aromatic, a perfect match for the creamy cupcake. Though Lumian's focus was elsewhere, he still appreciated their beauty.
The moment the clock struck 3:30 p.m., a familiar soft female voice reached him from the booth behind.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Lumian Lee."
"Good afternoon, Madame Susie," Lumian responded, concealing his surprise.
While Lumian didn't intentionally observe the customers entering Mason Café, his Hunter instincts allowed him to maintain awareness of his surroundings.
When he had arrived at the café at 3:18 p.m., Booth D had been deserted. No one entered from 3:15 to 3:30 p.m.
And yet, here was Madame Susie, appearing silently behind him, in the very spot behind Booth D!
How mystical and bizarre was this!
Susie's voice gently inquired once more, "How did you feel after your last treatment?"
