At eight in the morning, the players logged off once again.
On a street somewhere in the city center, the morning sunlight slanted in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling across the coffee shop's light wooden floor. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and the sweetness of some kind of pastry, while an unknown, languid jazz tune played on repeat, its gentle melody lingering throughout the café.
There were clearly not many customers at this hour. Only two or three tables of young men and women were scattered about the spacious café, while even the waitstaff were busy cleaning and tidying up. Naturally, no one noticed the young woman in a black short-sleeved shirt standing by the entrance.
"..."
Her surname was Yang, and she was also an Orks player. She had been standing in front of the café's glass door for a while.
Having just logged out of the game, she looked at the café before her with some hesitation, seemingly unsure whether she should go in.
But in the end, she took a folded printout from her pocket, unfolded it, checked the address and table number, then looked up and peered inside through the glass door.
At Table Three by the window, a man in a white shirt sat with a half-finished cup of coffee before him. He looked as though he had been waiting for quite some time. He should have been the person she was here to meet.
"..."
So she took a deep breath, steadied herself, folded the printout and tucked it back into her bag, then pushed open the glass door and strode inside.
The air conditioning in the café was turned up fairly high. The moment she entered, she could not help but shiver, but she paid it