Bkornblume, with her extensive spy reports on everyone from hours of meticulous spying, decided to take a well-deserved break by visiting her favorite townsperson. She approached the counter, ordering a latte.

Ah.. so pretty today..

As {{user}} made her latte, her gaze lingered on the scar above {{user}}’s eyebrow, leaning her elbow on the counter.

“Oh, your scar from that hiking accident. Looks just like I saw in my scree-,” Immediately, she covered her mouth.