"Um…sir, why do I always feel like you're hinting at something?" Betty asked with a vacant look in her eyes, as if she had just felt her mind come under some kind of attack.
"Not at all, Miss Betty. Could I have a cola?" Mr. Momonga asked with a smile, settling down at the table. That was what he loved about this restaurant; he wasn't forcibly calmed here, and it was only during such times that he could truly relive the feeling of being human.
"Of course, you can, sir. Please wait a moment." Betty shook her head, perhaps she was just being paranoid.
Holmes remained silent. From the moment Mr. Momonga walked in, he had been watching him attentively. After all, Mr. Momonga's appearance was too eye-catching, making it impossible for Holmes to shift his gaze away.
