Hirvan arrived at the traditional tea house. Earlier, He was surprised when he saw the address. 'Ahhh… Kristy such a fiery young lady likes this kinda of setting?!!'
Entering the tea house, the faint aroma of jasmine tea wafted through the air, blending with the earthy scent of polished wooden floorboards that cracked ever so slightly underfoot. He pushed open the sliding door, inside, a hostess in a simple yet elegant traditional uniform greeted him and directed him to a private room.
Following her guidance, he slid open another door to find Kristy seated inside, fidgeting slightly, her usual confidence replaced by something uncharacteristically awkward. Seated across from her was an older man, his imposing figure and sharp gaze immediately drawing attention.
The older man's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked up at the newcomer.