Alina sneezed countless times as she patiently brewed coffee that morning. Butler Alfred had added milk and sugar to the one he brewed, just the way Damian liked it so Alina had to make another for herself. Even though she wasn't feeling too well.
"Would you like to have your breakfast madam?" Alfred asked as he peeked at the girl who was clasping her sweater so tightly.
Alina shook her head, giving him her most brightest smile. "I'm alright." She replied and lowered her gaze. "Uhmm, is there a department store nearby?" She asked.
Alfred stood there staring at her for some time. It seems the young lady wasn't feeling well but is trying to hide it. "There is. About 5 blocks away to your left," he replied and quietly left the kitchen.
