As Mino made a quick excuse to step out for a moment, perhaps to attend to some urgent matter that required his attention, he left Ethan standing there, surrounded by the ambient sounds of the bustling café, to navigate the winding streets back home alone.
With a slight shake of his head to dispel the lingering thoughts of Mino's enigmatic nature, Ethan pushed open the wooden door to Mark's Pharmacy, the little bell above it jingling softly as he crossed the threshold into the warmly lit interior. Instantly, the familiar and inviting scent of herbs and spices enveloped him, wafting through the air like a comforting embrace, and he felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him, filling him with a profound sense of tranquility and belonging as he stepped into his second home.
Mark looked up from behind the counter, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Ah, Ethan! Welcome back. How was your night?"
