# C86:
"What may I serve you, madam?"
A man came over to the table and asked the two, sitting opposite to each other on the table. Alan was wearing a simple overcoat handed over to him by a guy who served under a house as a butler.
However, he took great pride in wearing that, because it didn't feel like the boring every day cloth.
Alan loved the feeling.
"Hmm... What do you need?" Nora asked Alan.
"Me? Well... A cup of water is good," Alan replied with a faint smile on his face. He still didn't feel right, getting treated like this by this Blood Mage.
A mass murderer.
"Oh, simple. Very well. Two glasses of water." Nora fluttered her eyebrows as she said this. The waiter stared at them for a slight moment in a confused expression and nodded.
Alan could read that expression from where he was sitting. 'What the fuck is wrong with this people...?' That's what he was probably saying.