Not every customer came to eat at the appointed time. There were always some who, like players beating the buzzer in a game, chose to come just as a restaurant was about to close. Heath took this in stride, so it did not stir any emotion in him.
Still, to keep Zorua from tugging his hair into a bald patch, Heath quietly lifted her down. A man's hairline was very important. After all, there had been a saying in his previous life: a shaved head was the only true test of a handsome man. Heath thought that made a lot of sense.
"Miss Jessie, come to think of it, what do you like eating most?" Heath propped up his chin and looked at Jessie curiously. Her preferred tastes were rather unusual, while there was practically nothing she disliked. Heath thought it was quite nice that she was not picky.
"Me? I like food that's hot, tasty, and fills my stomach. I don't like cold food or food that doesn't fill me up." Jessie paused, then looked lost in recollection before finally giving her answer.
Heath rubbed his chin thoughtfully. So that was it. He had been wondering what Jessie liked to eat, but her preferences turned out to be fairly simple, though what he was making now also suited her tastes.
Jessie watched Heath with a smile. Seeing that he had no more questions, she lowered her head and continued eating. Still, what Heath had just said had left a hint of gloom in her eyes.
After finishing her food, Jessie paid and left. Rather than immediately carrying out her assignment, however, she wandered aimlessly through the streets. Although Giovanni had given her a mission, exactly when to carry it out was up to Jessie herself. Giovanni did not ask