"There?" she inquired, pointing to the cafe.
"That's right there." He directed his finger to the seat where she was sitting on the money.
"Oh, you're talking about that liquid and solid piece of something." She inquired, pointing to the counters where a variety of cakes and other dishes were displayed.
"Liquid and solid, eh? That liquid and solid, yes," 'Anything you say now, I simply didn't have the strength to explain to you right now.' He closed his eyes and took another deep breath. Man, I'm hungry and tired right now.
"I gave it to them." She said this while showing him a silver coin. She held a black box containing numerous gold and silver pieces. They appear to have been extracted from the earth. It also had a lot of gems. Wait a minute, this mysterious black box! When he returned to the garden bench, he realised what he had thought was correct. She now had the box from there in her hands.
The question was, however, how? The park was a long distance away, requiring you to cross this road and then walk a long distance to get there. Then walk over to the bench, pick up the box, and return here. Even if you ran, it would take at least ten minutes.
But he had only closed his eyes for a few seconds, and he hadn't heard a sound of her moving at the time. With furrowed brows, he examined the box and then her.
"I gave the old man one of these stones, and he handed me the food and inquired as to where I lived. Then he told me about a room in which I could stay. He suggested that I live there." That makes perfect sense. So that's how she found out about the room and the ad.
"Are you able to read this?" Be said while pointing to the poster.
She shook her head and returned her gaze to him. Then she handed him the box, telling him, "Take as many as you want, I want the room and the things you call food." She said this while shoving the box into his hands.
He took a look at the box, then at the girl. Is she for real? She was giving him gold, silver, and gems worth millions just for sharing a room.
With just a few of them, he'd be able to pay all of the bills and fees, as well as buy some clothes and gifts for Sofi. His gaze wandered as he pondered the thought. But then he realised he was playing a trick on the girl. She was mentally ill and disoriented. He should not take advantage of her.
He shook his head to clear his mind and checked the time again; only 15 minutes remained in his break. "Come with me," he said, taking her hand in his and walking back to the cafe. He took out his employee card, which he would use in an emergency.
This card provided him with a 50% discount on the menu. But things were expensive here, and even with a 50% discount, he thought it was a waste of money. And these were snacks, not meals to fill his stomach.
And because he always had two hours, he could easily go out for a hearty and inexpensive meal and return on time. He frequently had some time left over to study some course material. But he squandered all of his time today, and his rumbling stomach wouldn't let him work.
So he took two pancakes, one for the girl and one for himself, and ate the other in silence. The girl blinked and looked at him, then at the plate, as she always did. But when he began to eat, she mimicked him and began to eat as well.
He had given her chocolate strawberry pancakes, and she had given him a big smile after tasting it. This was one of his areas of expertise. But no one, not even Sofi, had ever made him this happy by eating it. It was the first time he had noticed the girl's expression.
Her smile was truly mesmerizing. He was so taken aback by what he saw that he didn't even react in time.
"Lucifer, eat quickly; the break is almost over." When he entered the kitchen, his colleague reminded him. He looked at the clock, and as he had predicted, there were only five minutes left in his break. When he looked at her, he noticed she had already wiped the plate. She'd licked the chocolate spread on the plate and was now licking her fingers for the last drop of chocolate.
Normally, he would have found this customer behavior repulsive. But when he saw her licking like this, he thought she was cute. He gulped as he considered his options. Adam's apple is bobbing.
He passed his plate to her as well, and she accepted it with a smile. "It appears that only tasty food can elicit any reaction on your blank face," he said with a friendly smile.
"Now wait for me; we'll talk after work, okay?" He said this, and when she nodded, he stood up to return to the kitchen.
Cakes, brownies, pastries, pizza, and pancakes all at once. All of these things kept him busy as usual, but today he wanted to finish his shift as soon as possible due to the constant crumbling of his stomach.
Noah took a pack of chips from his bag and handed it to him, saying, "that's all I have man, eat it to stop your sound system," elbowing his stomach.
He smiled gratefully at his small gesture. He was fortunate to work with pleasant coworkers, and there were no squabbles over tips, as there were in the waitressing industry.
It was already 12 p.m. when his shift ended. He expected the girl to be gone, but when he returned, she was sitting exactly where he had left him, as if she hadn't moved an inch. Even maintaining the same posture as a statue. For the last seven hours. 'Who or what is she?'
He approached her and touched her on the shoulder. "Hey, have you been sitting there while I was gone?" She blinked as she looked up, then at his hand on her shoulders. He felt embarrassed and quickly withdrew his hand. She blinked once more and returned her gaze to his. "Did you sit here for the entire seven hours?" Lucifer inquired once more, unable to satisfy his curiosity. This time, she looked him in the eyes, blinked, and nodded. "Why?" He couldn't help but wonder. How can someone sit in the same spot for seven hours? Without even a single inch of movement! When she said, she tilted her head and blinked, then returned her look to his, and he took a step back to create some distance. "Didn't you say something?" "Are you normally this obedient, girl?" He inquired, laughing. Even when he was only two years old, he wasn't this obedient. Neither was his sister, who was normally one of the most diligent students in the school.
"Thank God, we were able to secure the seats. I couldn't take it any longer ".. He remarked this after settling into his seat and stifling a yawn. "Do you want to eat?"Hearing his speech, she tried to return her attention to him, but it was impossible because she was preoccupied by the large moving red box with plush seats. And everything was moving at a breakneck pace, like if she were sprinting.She sat quietly, touching and glancing at everything. She pressed against and pinched her seats. It was softer than the bench she had been sleeping on.When she didn't respond, he pushed his eyes open and was astonished to see how interested she was in the bus. It's almost as though it's magical.He was fascinated by the way she moved her head from side to side, as if she would miss an important detail if she didn't look carefully.He coughed to get her attention, but she continued to gaze around and touch the seats, poles, and windows. When she took her
Many females were present as a result of their Christmas shopping. As a result, they immediately took the girl's side. She was under the impression that she was being bullied. However, the girl blinked and responded. "He stated that he was hungry."Everyone was taken aback by her response. Only this! He stated he was hungry, and she acted as if he was going to kill her. What on earth did she think he was! Is he a vampire? The ladies are staring at Lucifer, who has only raised his chin and folded his hands."So, why are you afraid?" The lady who threatened to contact the cops was suspicious."I don't want to give him my blood," she said honestly, still protecting her neck. They were stunned once more and glanced at each other alternately. The two of them: the boy and the girl."Did he tell you that when he's hungry, he drinks blood?" Another man inquired, believing the youngster had pulled a trick.But the female glanced at him and blinked, making h
"When did you start taking my statements seriously? Why don't you take a seat, Miss?" He said this while pointing to the unoccupied sofa, then sat next to Lucifer and placed a burger on each dish. He took his plate after passing one to Bella and one to Lucifer. "Can you tell me your name?" She looked at him and blinked, then at the plate, then back at him. He was worried with her unsettling glare and asked Lucifer a question, but the latter only shook his head. "It's fine if you don't want to give your name." But the girl only stared and blinked before responding, "Bella, Isabella." "Oh, what a lovely name." He smiled and then noticed she was just staring at the burger and then at them, "if you don't like burger there is cake also," he said clearly pointing to the table. Lucifer, who was on his second burger, paused and glanced at them. He sighed and explained, "Consume it. As if you ate pancakes in the café. That kind of liquid and solid. As
He had no idea what had happened to her, but gazing at her neck made him feel awful. He could feel pain just by looking at the marks. How much pain had she endured? 'Is it why she became mentally ill, and her skin is so white? Is it due to a lack of blood?' 'Poor thing.' He immediately regretted becoming enraged with her. He approached her, patted her head as if she were a pet, and smiled sweetly. "Don't be concerned. Nobody is going to drink your blood here. I guarantee it. And you don't have to swallow blood to do it. We eat because we are hungry. This is food, as you can see. Okay. When someone asks if you're hungry, they're asking whether you want to eat something. As though you were holding this in your hand. It's a burger and a piece of cake. Sandwich was the solid you were in the morning. And in the evening, I served you pancakes. There's a lot more yummy stuff here that we eat when we're hungry, okay?" He patiently explained everything to her.
The ringing of the phone woke Lucifer up. He tossed and rolled on the sofa, keeping the pillow over his ears to muffle the buzzing.However, it persisted. With an "argghh," he extended his hand to the table and, without opening his eyes, placed the phone on his ear and replied in a drowsy voice."hello""Brother, you're also late today," Sofi chuckled. "Come on, you have to get to work," she insisted."Hmmm, just five minutes, Sofi., what time is it?" He inquired about turning the opposite side."It's 8 once more. Don't you have to leave?" She took a breather. "Why don't you skip a shift and only work in one?"He immediately sat up and smiled, "because your lethargic brother would just sleep then and turn into a pig," he added solemnly as if revealing the greatest secret to her."Brother!""Okay, we'll talk about it later, but tell me how often you phone me these days. Huh? Don't you have any manners?" He finally stood up and s
"Combat?" She inquired, perplexed. "Fighting, can you show me how to fight the way you tossed me last night?" Thanks to the stars, she finally comprehended what he was saying and nodded. He smiled as he reflected on the concept. "Then let's go to the garden's open ground. We can fight more effectively there." The girl nodded again after looking and blinking as if it were a ceremony. He finished his meal, and just as he was ready to wash the dishes, the girl shoved him away from the sink and cleaned all the dishes with merciless speed. "You're lightning fast, man. I can't even make out your hand gestures." He was taken aback by the female. "Is that a part of your training as well? This quickness?" The young lady nodded. "Bella, uh, What happened to your luggage?" He inquired as he observed the girl's attire. They're drenched. He didn't notice anything on the table since he was getting creeped out by her focused stare. But now that she's working and not
The man seems pleased to learn that the lady spoke his language. he said with a nice smile and a scratch on his head. (I may appear beefy.) But I'm not very good at fighting. But there was a man standing there. He's a good boxer, and I've seen him fight several times. You can ask him whether he wants to fight in a duel. However, he is French.) The girl gazed at the man as she followed his hand. He has indicated with his finger. The man was in his thirties. She nodded and listened to his suggestions. Mile, on the other hand, was stunned. Not only did she speak Spanish, but her accent was similar to theirs. With awe, he followed her. Soon after, they touched on the man being pointed at, and the girl said, "I want to have a practice duel with you.” The man looks at the girl, Bella, who was wearing clothes that were too big for her. She appeared smaller in the dress. She was hunting for a high school student in them. The man replied, shaking his head “I d