How in the world?

The young boy, with still some disgusting snot and booger on his face, his freckled fair skin already a little tanned from fleeing Warsaw, him and the others running and hiding to save themselves from the senseless and emotionless soldiers who had gone on a killing spree, walked cheerfully towards Jouri's table. He is smiling from ear to ear as he served the dishes they ordered as if nothing happened weeks ago to him and his whole family tree.

Jouri ordered almost all the foods listed on the menu of the restaurant as if she owns the money they will spend.

The amount to be paid for their food will amount to more than the usual daily sales the restaurant makes; even increased ten-fold.

Jouri tried to help him a bit by getting some of the plates and drinks from the trays, but the young boy refused to accept Jouri's help, removing Jouri's hands gently from the plates filled with the food. He waved his small hands slowly, clearly saying that he needs no help at the moment, as he can mana