The next morning, once again, Warm Land Cafe was already teeming with activity by seven o'clock.
What was happening was beyond Amanda, the manager, and the staff's understanding.
Warm Land never advertised itself as others did, nor was it famous for offering something special as other cafes were, and yet, for the last two days, customers had been flocking there like birds to a feeder.
And many passersby were watching the long line outside the Cafe, growing curious and deciding to join it to try the Cafe.
Behind the counter, Cixi stood near the warmer, sliding a sandwich onto a plate before tucking it inside to heat.
Beside her, Lily angled a steel jug under the steam wand, listening to the milk hissing while her eyes kept straying towards the same corner of the Cafe where Zoyar was.
He had arrived exactly at seven.
