When the gentle black-haired young man placed his hand on the handle of Boss Cat Restaurant, a string of bells let out a merry jingle as if welcoming his arrival.
The moment he pushed the door open, he was greeted by a refreshing scent of fruit tea mingled with the cold winter air — a combination that awakened and pleased his senses.
Lanci, carrying a small suitcase, stepped into Boss Cat Restaurant.
Before Lanci had a chance to look around, he saw Hyperion and Talia waiting at a table near the entrance on the first floor.
The lazy afternoon sunlight poured in, dappling the wooden table by the window.
Talia was resting her chin on her hand, looking out the window. After casting a glance at Lanci, she returned her gaze outside — just as she usually would.
Hyperion, on the other hand, walked up to Lanci with a smile, carrying the little black cat in her arms while pulling a suitcase.