In the dim atmosphere of a small restaurant, two men sat at a modest table.
One of them was Cainz, dressed in simple, loose clothing, gazing at his hamburger with perplexity.
Beside him, a middle-aged man, whose keen readers might already guess the identity, dressed in an elegant suit, watched the scene with amusement.
Cainz, clumsily trying to handle his burger, seemed puzzled, as if trying to solve a riddle.
"First time with a burger?" asked the man, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Cainz, cheeks slightly flushed, shook his head. "No, no, it's just that... it's complicated," he stammered, avoiding mentioning his recent mishap with his sister Page.
In the depths of his thoughts, Cainz still relived the disastrous memory of his first attempt with a burger, orchestrated by his sister Page just two days earlier. But he kept this detail to himself, not wanting to lose face.
The man, with a confident smile, leaned slightly towards Cainz.
