Such innocence, Kafka couldn't help but snicker at the younger one that kept stealing glances at her at the bar.

A woman in her early 30s, she might be too mature to people your age's taste. Kafka knows how to make people look back at her with that expensive scent of perfume.

"Thank you." She hummed, looking back when you came to serve her a glass of wine. "Little one, it's not polite to keep staring at ladies."

Oh, she caught you. Kafka liked the way the youthful one's cheeks flushed.