altruism

It was a really simple dish; fish and vegetable, fried, seasoned, nothing fancy truly. However, Alexandra had to admit that it was good though admitting to herself that food made by a lower ringer was delicious was beyond her capacity.

Unconsciously, she glanced at the girl who cooked the dish. In a corner of the room, she was handling other clients while ignoring what was going on outside of her work. In that context, she looked somewhat stunning. Still intense, but on the safer end of the spectrum if she could say it like that.

"So, on to the matter at and." Lupa broke in.

This woman doesn't lose time, Alexandra thought. In the short time she spent here, she was able to confirm it in the way she handled clients. It was as if she was some sort of predator always ready to jump on a prey – that was not helped by her usually fox-eyed expression. Anyhow, she seemed to have ulterior motives – that or she was genuinely affable.