The incandescent bulbs light up as the sky turns dark, the orange waves of fuses reflect on the clear glasses. Together with the jazz music playing on the phonograph and the hot coffee freshly brewed, they surround the people in a warm and cosy atmosphere.
Meanwhile behind the barista counter, on the countertop I rest my elbow, while in my palm I rest my chin. My gaze drifts across everywhere. I have not yet figured out what I am trying to find in the air, all I am aware of is that I am sighing too much over the evening.
Nothing in the coffee house is upsetting me, really… I am simply bothered by what happened between Mr Llevric and I earlier today.
In order to cool my head, I took a bath after I left Mr Llevric's chamber and before I proceeded here. I changed Mr Llevric's clothes down and put on my work attire.
