Finally, the time has come.

Who knows how long they sat in Smith's café.

No one was able to talk to anyone.

An unknown sadness hung in every direction.

How could it be that Smith returned almost a week ago and did not come to the café?

Lisa's heart was filled with an unknown fear. For the past few days, the thought of Smith had been troubling her repeatedly.

Where could he have gone?

The waiter kept coming to them, asking about the cause of their worry, but they would brush him off.

Max looked at them silently and laughed.

"There's really nothing to be worried about, in my opinion."

"How so?" Kathy raised her worried eyes.

"He's Smith Gregson."

"Who is Smith Gregson?" Lisa dismissed his comment and asked.

"Except for the café, we don't know who he is. Do you know?"

Lisa pointed towards Izzy. "Or do you know, Kathy, who he is and where he lives?"

"Lisa, stay strong, don't worry." Izzy held her trembling hand.