Unbeknownst to when,
Byron City saw its first snow of the winter.
On a night mixed with wind and snow, the only source of warmth, aside from family and the fireplace, was alcohol.
Whisperer Bar.
Lately, the business seemed to have picked up quite a bit.
Perched on a high stool at the bar, Angel idly sipped a tequila, bored, and asked Smith, "Why isn't your boss here yet?"
Ever since that damn woman gave him that ragged book, she had not seen the owner of the Whisperer Bar, the young and handsome bartender Li Wei, for a long time.
This also meant she hadn't been able to drink those colorful, creative cocktails for a while.
The young girl's heart was full of resentment.
"Sorry... after all, he's the boss. He doesn't come if he doesn't want to."
Smith shrugged his shoulders, pulling an apologetic face.
