Hunting Party

The Coffee Cafe by the side of the road had a nice ambiance to it.

Balam had seen them while going out to work with Mok Jae-Hwa but he had never tried sitting at a roadside Cafe. Now that he did.

'It feels nice.'

He closed his eyes, breathing in the peaceful air with a gladdening grandeur. Opening his eyes, he took another sip of the Americano in his hands with a lot of ice candy toppings.

The table in front of him was for two, there was another black thin chair opposite him. And looking over to the next table that drew a straight line away from him, he could see a male and female, both dressed in white shirts, jeans, and white sneakers sipping the same coffee.

'I wonder if they can't afford to buy another one. Should I help?'

His eyes lingered on them for a few seconds, pitying them before deciding to call on the waiter.

As he was about to, someone else joined him.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Balam scowled.