Chapter 32

Despite their attempts to act casually, the tension in the young friends' huddle is palpable. They're all sitting close together, their shoulders almost touching, their heads bent low so they can speak in whispers. Every now and then, one of them glances around, their gaze flickering anxiously. The café owner, though preoccupied with his work behind the counter, is still keeping a keen eye on them, his senses sharp despite his outward calm.

The café owner continues to wipe the countertop as he observes the young friends out of the corner of his eye. His face is stern, but there's a subtle hint of satisfaction in his expression as he sees how subdued the group has become. Some patrons near them are now quietly discussing the scene, their voices hushed and tinged with curiosity. The young couple, who had been observing earlier, are now deep in their own conversation, occasionally sneaking glances at the friends, their expressions a mix of curiosity and pity.

The café owner, now satisfied that the young friends are staying quiet, returns to his usual tasks behind the counter. The other patrons, some of whom had been watching the scene earlier, go back to their own conversations. However, there is still a hint of curiosity and tension in the air, as if everyone is still subconsciously wary of a repeat of the earlier disruptions. The young friends, although still huddled together, are now slightly less tense, their faces a little less pale.

The café has now sunk back into its normal routine. The barista behind the counter is taking orders, the other customers are back to their conversations, and the quiet hum of chatter fills the air. However, there is still a subtle undercurrent of tension, a sort of collective awareness that the earlier scene has had a lingering effect. The young friends, though now sitting more relaxed, are still occasionally sneaking glances towards the café owner, their faces betraying a hint of lingering nervousness.

The café owner is now casually moving around the counter, taking orders and refilling coffee cups. He seems to be deliberately avoiding looking towards the young friends, his expression casual, yet watchful. The young friends, having seen him glance at them every now and then, are now sitting a little more relaxed, but their eyes still keep darting towards the café owner, a hint of lingering fear in their gazes.

The café owner, despite his outwardly calm demeanor, is still observing the young friends, albeit discreetly. He occasionally steals a glance at them while seemingly engaged in his work, his gaze sharp and watchful. The friends, sensing his gazes, subconsciously sit a little straighter, their demeanor a little less carefree than before. The other patrons, still occasionally sneaking glances at the friends, are now back to their own conversations, but the atmosphere in the café is still a little tenser than it was before.

Harry had chosen this specific café as he had sensed something unique about it, something that piqued his curiosity. Now as he walked in, the bell above the door tinkled, announcing his arrival. Immediately, the café that had been previously filled with the loud voices of a group of young rowdies, fell silent at his entrance.

Harry, with his piercing eyes that sparkled like jewels and a cold, unapproachable aura, slowly scanned the room, observing all the patrons. His gaze fell on the instigator, who froze under his intense scrutiny, a visible shiver going down his spine.