After a quick wash, Shade went downstairs for milk and goat milk, then spent a few minutes preparing breakfast for Mia. Only then did sleepy Little Mia finally wake up.
Seeing Shade dressed and ready to leave, she curiously stood up on the bed, but Shade had no intention of taking her with him:
"Mia, watch the house. Your breakfast is in the dining room. Be good and wait for me at home."
"Meow!"
The cat shook her head, hopped down the stairs on her short little legs, and followed Shade to the 1st Floor. She stood on the staircase and watched him put on his shoes before hurrying out of the warm, comfortable home and into the morning light just appearing in the east.
Shade first went to nearby Quill Street and found Dorothy, who had not even gotten out of bed yet.
The landlady who opened the door had thrown a coat over her nightgown and firmly refused to let Shade go upstairs. He could only wait for her to bring down the sleepy Dorothy. The Blonde Young Lady, who cared greatly about her appearance, wore a cloak against the early autumn morning chill. Though her hair had not been combed, it still could not hide her beauty.
Dorothy jokingly said to Shade, who was standing outside the door:
"When the landlady called for me just now, I thought the editors from the Steam Bird Daily had come to hound me for a manuscript again. What's so urgent this early? Or did you come to see my new nightgown?"
Though she had been woken up, seeing Shade so early put her in quite a good mood:
"How did Great City Player go? I haven't had time to read the newspaper yet."
"I won, but that isn't important. Get