Miss Grace was putting our order on the table, two bowls of soup with vegetables floating in the liquid, when I started to hear someone yelling outside.
"What is all that commotion out there?" I asked Justine, now sitting on the opposite side of the table.
"Who knows." Justine said with a shrug, clearly more interested in the food in front of her. I looked at the bowl in front of me, and sincerely, I couldn't blame her.
It was a simple soup, but I could tell by the aroma that it was delicious. I guided a spoonful of the meal toward my mouth, ready to savor those vegetables, when the sudden creak of the entrance door stopped my hand a short distance from my lips.
"Bernardo?!" I cried in shock when the tall and muscular guy stormed through the front door.
"Captain… the white-haired one is here… outside!" he said to us in a gasping voice.
