As they approached the counter, and before Azalea could ring the bell, a man with black hair and dark brown eyes came down the stairs from the floor above.
"(≖_≖ )" (Silvia)
Silvia couldn't help but look at him critically.
He was handsome, yes, but not ridiculously handsome.
Silvia had seen much more handsome and masculine men throughout her life, and compared to them, there was nothing truly remarkable about this guy.
But even though he wasn't the most handsome man she'd ever seen, there was nothing to fault him for either.
She also confirmed that he was young and that he was human—the latter being a fact she hadn't confirmed until now.
Silvia concluded that, given his profession—that, at best, it reached the second rank—he was definitely exactly as he appeared and no older than thirty.
At worst, he was a full two decades younger than Azalea, which made the situation even more immoral.
For Silvia, everything was already being summed up in a single word: "immoral."
