After an exchange of glances, Isaac fetches my signal and leaves the newly arrived customer to me, even if he has taken a seat at a table with an odd number. I leave the gift from Isaac on the barista counter, and cautiously walk up to the table where Esmund sits.
Meanwhile, Esmund puts up a bright countenance as he fixes his glance on my face. Although he tries to make himself seem fine in front of me, yet I can see how ghastly his face is——He has not fully recovered since I found him lying on the bathroom floor this morning, has he?
Finding him in a rather vulnerable state, the determination I built to confront him begins to waver. Concerned, I take a seat in front of him. I try to take a better look at his face as I caress his cold cheek, "How are you feeling?"
