Leon quietly cut a piece of the pastry with his fork and shoved it into his mouth.
'Uhh? Coffee?'
He paused mid-chew.
The cake was coffee flavored.
And it was actually delicious, the aroma alone was enough to make him consider ordering three more of them right now.
Bump.
Irene hit him with her shoulder from beside him.
"Hey. Stop eating will ya?"
She muttered under her breath.
Leon slowly raised his gaze from the cake to the two people sitting across the table.
Ayaka was smiling at him.
But it was a strange smile, the kind of smile someone gave you right before they attended your funeral.
She almost looked genuinely sorry for him.
Leon did not know why.
Beside her, Alice sat with her eyes narrowed.
But she was staring at Irene the whole time.
'Hey now, just talk and be done with it. It's getting late.'
Leon said this in his mind, knowing full well that saying it out loud will give her more excuses, to cuss at him.
"...Who are you to him?"
