"Why do you look so annoyed all of a sudden?" Hina pressed, leaning closer, her voice laced with curiosity.
Billie remained silent, her fingers tightening around her cup. Her sharp eyes darted toward the entrance of the café, her body growing unnaturally still.
I followed her gaze and felt a sinking sensation in my gut. Outside the glass window, just beyond the crowd of pedestrians moving along the cobbled streets, I caught a glimpse of them—mem in black suits and nights walking, scanning the area like hunters searching for prey.
I exhaled sharply, drumming my fingers against the wooden table. "We might have a bit of a situation."
Serina, who had been lazily sipping her drink, straightened. "What kind of situation?"
Billie's grip on her cup turned white-knuckled. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "They are coming."
Her words sent a chill through Hina and Serina who also transpire what is happening.
*Chime.*