"Alright, please wait a moment... huh?"
The tense Raven immediately responded when Gwen spoke.
But once she realized that Gwen had actually ordered a glass of juice at a bar, Raven instinctively looked up at him, wanting to ask whether she had heard wrong.
And when she raised her head, Raven met Gwen's teasing eyes head-on—
"Even though I wouldn't have any problem even if I ate Demerol like food now, out of habit, I still don't really like drinking alcohol.
And I saw that you had fruit there, so I ordered a glass of juice.
What, is it not for sale?"
"Of course not."
Although Gwen sounded perfectly serious, the moment Raven met those amused eyes, she knew he was messing with her.
Still, following her heart's guidance, Natasha chose to trust him completely and replied with an apologetic smile:
"Please wait a moment."
With that, Raven turned around, picked up the fruit that was only meant as garnish, and began juicing it—
Although there was no automatic juicer, for Raven, who possessed standard S-class combat strength, a manual juicer that ordinary people found somewhat difficult to use was nothing more than a toy she could casually play with.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Your fresh orange juice."
Without making Gwen wait long, Raven pushed the freshly squeezed orange juice in front of him.
"Thank you."
Nodding with a smile, Gwen accepted the orange juice Raven had pushed over and took a small sip. Rather than commenting on the juice, he asked Raven:
"Miss Natasha, are you preparing to wash your hands of it all?"
"I'm just looking for something to pass the time."
Seeing that Gwen seemed to have her figured out, Raven helplessly gave up on the idea of wrapping this up quickly and patiently chatted with