The restaurant hummed with a quiet buzz, people eating in near silence, their forks clinking softly against plates, with slow whispers as they enjoyed their meals in this luxury hotel wrapped around them
I sat alone at my table by the window, waiting for my food, my elbow propped on the edge, my cheek resting in my hand as I stared at the half-empty water glass in front of me.
I glanced outside, past the polished window, where the knights and guards still patrolled the street. Their armor gleamed under the afternoon sun, their eyes sharp and restless as they scanned the crowd, hands hovering near their swords like they were itching for trouble.
"Still at it," I muttered to myself, letting out a long "Sighhhh…" as I watched them glare at some poor guy walking by, then shift to a woman with a bag slung over her shoulder.
