"What the hell?" I grumbled when I almost hit something in front of me. I'm used to the café and everything around, which means this thing hasn't been there before.
Raising my head from the hot croissants Cook gave me from the kitchen, my eyes beheld a gorgeous woman a few years older than me but stunning nonetheless. Her beauty is almost otherworldly, and having been around other creatures, I have seen enough of them. She is gorgeous.
Her black onyx hair cascaded down her back, tied in a meticulously crafted ponytail that failed to conceal its shimmer. Each strand radiated a captivating glow, showcasing the richness and thickness of her luscious locks. The ponytail served as a mere accent, emphasizing the natural beauty and vitality that her hair possessed—a striking complement to her o
