I came into a quiet café. The moment I arrived, the Tarshian folk song played in the background with its slow tune filling the air, and the café's yellow light shone down on the ground. Lucy sat beside a window where a cup of coffee sat quietly on the table. There was also a vase with a blooming rose in it. I went up to her, looking at her face that shone under the soft light. She stood up and gave me that familiarly sweet smile of hers. I nodded at her and sat down. We did not exchange any greetings or formalities at all.
A Tarshian waitress came up to us and asked in Tarsh language, "What would you like, sir?"
"Do you have any Elephant Beer?" I asked in Tarsh language as well.
"We do, sir."
"Give me a bottle then, thank you."
"Of course. Give us a moment."
After the waitress went a
