Memory Market
Maintaining steady eye contact, you rhythmically drum your fingers on the table in the agreed-upon sequence, signaling to Lira that something is wrong. You trust she’ll recognize the pattern and act swiftly.With a calculated shift, you lean in, your tone turning icy and quiet. "I’ve already pieced together who sent you here. What puzzles me is how they thought you’d manage to deal with me—care to share your reasoning before I cause a scene?"Pretending to adjust your seat, you push the coffee cup off the table, spilling its contents dramatically. As heads turn toward the mess, you seize the opportunity to rush toward the café's back door, weaving past the distracted crowd.You straighten your posture and gesture toward the empty seat beside you. "Seems like we’ve caught each other’s attention. Let’s skip the mystery and have a proper conversation over a drink."