Persephone looked at that man shyly. She had many questions flashing through her mind at the moment.

‘Mommy said I should have good manners. Should I call him “sir” now?

‘No, he looks much older than my uncle! So should I call him “mister”?

‘But I’ve smudged my whole ice cream on his jacket. Maybe I should say sorry first?’

The ice cream was vanilla-flavored, and she had taken only a few licks.

The man spoke first. “Little girl, you’re Persephone, right?” His voice was deep, like a cello. She was shocked.

He smiled mysteriously and glanced at his jacket, then heard a man and a woman screaming, “Sephy! Are you okay?”

Nervously, Toph and Arya rushed over. They checked if she was hurt, then noticed the ice cream on the man’s black jacket.

nodding. “Your jacket is dirty now. How about we exchange phone numbers? I’ll have someone send you

His eyes were enigmatic, impossible to

being middle-aged, he had a commanding presence and charisma. He wasn’t an ordinary man. There was a hint of melancholy in his

of being an artist, drawing attractive young men in his comics, this middle-aged

gentleman seemed to

I correct?” he

but how had he known her name instantly? Lina had

raised her chin

childish voice made

and Arya were perplexed. “What’s going

man waved and placed his hands behind his back. He then looked at Toph. “I assume this isn’t your child?

you getting

moment, Sephy tugged on Toph’s clothing.

figure it out, but Arya was on alert. She gently picked up Persephone and signaled

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