Cold weather, a warm restaurant, a girl eating, and a head in her pocket. He had to admit, those elements combined felt rather eerie. At least, that was how Heath felt.
The scene could even have been used in a horror movie without looking out of place at all. When that head had poked out just now, the sheer creepiness had practically made his hair stand on end.
Heath even felt he could say for certain that the head in front of him was not human. After all, the girl's clothes were not very long, and no matter how he looked at them, they did not seem capable of concealing a person. So that head definitely was not human. If Heath had transmigrated into a world of immortals and martial arts, perhaps he could have shouted "Great Might Heavenly Dragon! Great Luo Dharma Mantra!" at this point. Unfortunately, Heath did not know how to use them.
But the girl seemed completely unaware that there was an elderly person's head in her pocket, leaving Heath rather torn over how to tell her. Had the head been anywhere else, it would have been fine. Heath could have gone over and asked what was going on. But with it in that girl's pocket, things became a little troublesome. After all, Heath could hardly run up to someone and tell her, "There's a dead person's head in your pocket," could he?
That would either scare the girl or get Heath taken for a lunatic, with someone calling on the spot to have him sent to a psychiatric hospital for treatment.
Fortunately, Heath soon found a solution. He went over under the pretext of bringing out ingredients and, while he was there, tentatively reached out to touch the head. It felt cold, much like Ralts,