He ran into a coffee shop on the side of the road in the Downtown. He could see was sitting alone, holding her phone. He was about to pick her up, but the woman infront of him suddenly approached him. He thought it would be rude to reject her.
"Come sit with me," Meloda invited.
"Hello, Miss Meloda. How are you doing?" Zeryon inquired after she forced him to sit in the chair.
"As you see, I'm good. Even though someone tried to get me in a trouble." Meloda giggled.
"As you can see, I'm fine. Despite the fact that someone attempted to get me into trouble." Meloda laughed.
"I don't think someone can do that."
He knew exactly what she meant because he was the one who put her through the investigation. But he didn't seem to mind. He had already apologized to her.
"So, Mr. Zeryon, what brings you here?"
"Why else do people visit coffee shops? Of course, to purchase coffee."