This Will Be Fun, Don't You Think?
The waitress shifted her attention to Draven.
"Two pain au chocolat and a un café for you, Monsieur."
"Merci," Draven appreciated.
He glimpsed Avelina, who was munching on her croissant with a sparkling face and pulled out a pocket-sized journal and a pen from his coat. He dropped it on the table and held the pen in his left hand before beginning to write on it.
Avelina noticed. She wrinkled her brows, wondering what he was doing. She adjusted a bit closer to him and peeked at the book.
"Draven, what are you doing?" she inquired.
Without looking at her, Draven replied, "Jotting something down."
"What is it?" Avelina pressed further.
"Hmm, this is just a book I use to jot down some of the things concerning you," Draven said. He was still focused on what he was doing.
"Huh?" Avelina was taken aback. "What do you mean by that?"