Jelly

Tarmin approached with a bright smile.

“Wow, it’s been a while. Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you?”

“…You said you were looking for someone? Me?”

“Of course. I had something to ask Eldona anyway…?”

Tarmin stopped, startled by the man’s reaction.

The man in the black scarf took a step back and assumed a guarded stance.

He slipped a hand inside his clothes, ready to pull something out at once if things went south.

Tarmin quickly raised both hands and stepped back.

“W-whoa? Calm down. I have no intention of attacking you. Even if I did, who would draw a weapon in the middle of the main street in broad daylight?”

Tarmin gave the man an imploring look, as if telling him to take a look around...