After chatting a bit with the regulars at Old Charl's coffee stall, Leon, who was just one step away from becoming a wealthy man's son-in-law, finally braved the cold autumn wind and shuffled towards work.
*We can only lament that it's hard to go from luxury to frugality—not just mentally, but even physically.*
If it were the old Leon, he would often have to get up early to find work even in the bone-chilling winters, where people's faces would turn blue from the cold. The mild chill of autumn wouldn't have bothered him at all.
However, after getting accustomed to the sweet aroma of warmth in that little tent, just missing the comfort by the stove made him shiver uncontrollably. He jogged all the way, only stopping to catch his breath near the Purification Bureau building.
"Not bad, not bad. Full of energy, aren't you?"
