As she was rambling, the performance ended, and applause and cheers erupted. When the sound subsided, a gap in the curtain slightly opened. A piece of paper was stuck between gloved fingers. As she looked at it with wide eyes, the fingers beckoned for her to take it. Eileen approached very carefully and held out her hand. He dropped the paper on her palm with a thud. The writing on the small piece of paper was simple.
"Why don't you drink it?"
Despite the short sentence, the handwriting was neat with clear, distinct strokes. It felt as if the owner's personality was reflected in the script.
Eileen found herself staring at the words. Although it was a handwriting she had never seen before, it felt strangely familiar, making her look at it again and again.
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