The trade center kept its crowded, bustling streets alive. The air was full of overlapping voices and footsteps, with customers from all kinds of races moving between the shops and stalls. Some cafes and seating areas were packed with people worn out by the crowd, sitting down to rest and refill their empty stomachs and drained energy.
Among these cafes, one in particular stood out. It looked more eye-catching than the rest and constantly drew the stares and curiosity of everyone passing by.
It wasn't because of how excellent their cakes were or how carefully designed the garden of the shop was, even though both were decent. The real reason was the group of people sitting together at one of the outdoor tables.
