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Weary from leaving Mark's office, Ben Shaming doesn't even want to look at his own face in the elevator.
He wanders aimlessly, and when he realizes it, he's already standing outside a sweets shop.
He squints at the words on the sign: "Don't underestimate sweets; sweets have magic too."
An inexplicable anger wells up, causing him to bite his thin lip.
He doesn't know why, but today he loathes himself to the extreme.
The window is large, filtering in the soft golden light inside. Looking from here, there is only one master and a girl, who looks like a working student.
No sign of that witch.
He takes a breath and walks in, moving coldly to the counter and ordering a few items at random.
Then, he lifts his eyes and fixes his gaze on the white-clothed master inside.
He's a tall Eastern man. The simple white chef's uniform fits him with sharp lines.
Even just a side profile reveals the man's graceful air.
