Al had arrived at a contemporary café with sporty touches, just as Rina had described. The two-story building looked luxurious and spacious, as if it was designed to be a hangout hub for the city's elite youth. This was proven by the line of expensive private vehicles parked neatly outside—sports sedans, massive motorcycles, even chrome-plated SUVs glinting under the streetlights.
Dim amber lighting poured gently across wooden tables through the café's large windows. Soft jazz music flowed from inside, setting up an elegant and calming mood—at least, for most people.
But Al's presence was a sharp contrast. He came dressed only in a plain black t-shirt layered with a red sweater, paired with knee-length black cargo shorts. It wasn't shabby, but compared to the glamorous outfits of most visitors, he clearly stood out. Did Al care? Not at all.
