corner. Sacks of tea leaves were stacked there. The whole space had an air of an exotic imports shop than a café.
The Warden approached the counter, leaving his company to inspect the shop freely.
“Fatemeh?” Wriothesley called, ringing the bell on the counter and leaning against the wooden »
The Warden approached the counter, leaving his company to inspect the shop freely.
“Fatemeh?” Wriothesley called, ringing the bell on the counter and leaning against the wooden »
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“Your Grace!” she greeted with a distinct Sumeru accent and a radiant smile. Wriothesley bent down slightly, allowing the woman to kiss him twice on the cheeks. »
She asked before noticing the redhead, her eyes widening.
“Oh my! You’ve brought a friend, have you?” Fatemeh stepped out from behind the counter and approached the two men, her daughter still in her arms. Wriothesley introduced them. »
He turned with a nervous smile. Actually, he’d never asked for the man’s name before. The woman tilted her head, her gaze fixed on 002.
The aroma of that tea meets his nostrils instantly、making him wrinkle his nose.
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He makes work of wandering to the little sample table; gazing over the various selections of teas.
Not knowing so many flavours even existed.
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The Sumeru accent from the woman does make him momentarily look over however、eyeing her.
But it seems that she notices him too in return、
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