[Iris Perspective]
We entered the restaurant and sat at a table in the corner. Only a few moments passed before the waiter came, his features tired and his voice even more exhausted:
"What would you like to order?"
Before the Mister masked could open his mouth, I raised my hand and cut him off confidently:
"Everything you've got."
The waiter left, and Mester masked said with a mocking tone:
"Are you trying to bankrupt me?"
I answered with a sly smile:
"This is a farewell dinner, you can't make me eat bread."
"A farewell dinner in the morning? And at my expense?"
"Don't nitpick the details. Didn't I say I'd pay you back?"
"And since we won't meet again, how exactly will you return it?"
Hearing him say that bothered me deeply. Did everything we went through together mean nothing to him? Still, I forced myself to smile and said:
"That's why you have to take me with you."
"I refuse."
I sighed deeply, and then I heard a familiar voice whispering beside me:
