This might be a sign of a guilty conscience, he thought to himself, yet the car continued to drive in the direction Charlotte had told him.
An hour isn't long, Charlotte casually stretched out her legs, silently hung up the phone, ate the fruit tart, and waited for Jack to appear over an hour later.
Jack was still wrapped up like a mummy with a scarf, mask, hat, and sunglasses, but he stood out when he entered because he was quite tall. Although he still fell short compared to Atlas, in a normal crowd, he'd already appear head and shoulders above.
They sat in the corner of the rooftop, and there weren't many people in the café on such an afternoon. After Jack sat down, she took out the scarf from her bag and handed it to Jack, apologetically saying, "I didn't have time to clean it, please take it back and wash it yourself."
