"Clang!"
With the crash of the iron tray hitting the table, a small piece of smashed pudding leaped up, nimbly gliding over the mound of braised beef, and with a splash, it plopped into the soup bowl by Leon's hand.
???
Leon, who was happily eating, paused and looked up in surprise, only to see a familiar face full of anger on the empty seat opposite him.
That spoiled woman police officer from this morning?
No... What's your problem? There are so many empty seats, why sit across from me, your "enemy"? Are we that close?
"Miss Yisha."
Giving consideration to her identity as a secret police officer and not wanting trouble, Leon set down his fork and politely gestured to an empty seat not far away, saying as politely as possible,
"I prefer to eat lunch alone, so if it's convenient, could you go over there..."
"No!"
