On the other side of the window, Matcha was posing before the gleaming mirror.
"This doesn't make sense."
"Why is this happening?"
"Am I not the perfect balance of cute and handsome?"
"Aren't my adorable white paws attractive?"
He could not wrap his head around why he was receiving zero attention from the customers.
Matcha turned around to observe them. Apart from the ones playing mobiles games or doing work, most of the other guests were fawning over Elizabeth. A couple of them were playing with Mango. Even Roly Poly was in the loving arms of a little girl.
It was a depressing sight.
As his mood took another nosedive, he noticed Ms. Mayer.
She was still like a statue, her mind whirling with questions about the café's popularity.
Sensing an opportunity, Matcha pounced forward and placed his paws against the window. He widened his eyes, dilated his pupils and put on an angelic expression for the middle-aged woman.
