At the Corner of Fire Restaurant, on the top floor.
When Edward arrived here, it was already 9 a.m. Arnold was sunbathing on one of the beanbag cushions he had brought with him. On the table next to him was a closed book and some drinks.
Edward was speechless as he watched him.
"This guy..." He let out a long sigh, but smiled. Somehow, seeing that he was still himself on a mission reassured him.
"Don't just stand there, come over here. I don't think it's a crime to bring one of these on a mission, right?" Arnold laughed, looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
"I was thinking: How strange that he's not reading the book..." Edward shrugged as he approached.
