As Mrs. Klein looked outside, someone who looked vaguely familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere before, entered the cafe.
She took a closer look. It was a woman dressed with extraordinary refinement, though her refinement was not quite the same as Mrs. Klein's.
If Mrs. Klein's refinement embodied that of the wealthy, then the other woman's was the refinement of a politician! She glanced at her a few more times before looking away. She merely looked familiar; they did not know each other.
Bu Peien had many high-ranking officials. You might run into several of them simply by walking down the street, especially near the Presidential Palace, where all kinds of officials were as common as ordinary people.
So, to the locals, seeing an official here was nothing unusual. Only outsiders would marvel at it.
As she got up to leave, the woman who had just sat down and seemed familiar to Mrs. Klein called over a waiter. She ordered a $7.99 coffee and a pastry assortment, bringing the total to exactly ten dollars.
With the tip, twenty dollars.
The pastry assortment consisted of four pastries in different colors. They were only four small pieces, and even if you stuffed them all into your mouth, they might not fill it.
Yet they were expensive. And incredibly sweet!
It was said that these pastries came from some Small Country, and that the production process was extremely complicated. Dozens were often made, but only a few ultimately succeeded. In short, they were expensive, no matter how cheap their ingredients were.
The combination of intensely roasted coffee and teeth-achingly sweet pastries, with a sprig of mint decorating the edge of the pastry plate, was very popular in the Federation.
If Mrs. Klein had watched the bowling match earlier, she would certainly