The night was deep.
It was drizzling from the sky, and though it was cold outside, the shop was bustling with lively chaos, causing a layer of mist to gather on the floor-to-ceiling windows, obscuring the reflections of moving figures.
Windsor Myres sat staring at the mess on the table after having eaten her fill.
She had been drinking a lot lately and eating very little, today being no exception.
Camden River's words really pissed her off; she hadn't eaten much in the afternoon, but by night, she suddenly craved hot pot.
Ali Harris stuck by her side the whole time, tirelessly and without complaint.
Windsor Myres picked up the drink on the table and took a sip, squinting at Ali Harris, who was wiping his mouth across from her, and said blandly, "Stop wearing glasses from now on, they look bloody awful!"
