This must be a new one. I thought, as I looked at the sign that was placed on the restaurant’s top.
“Do they cook as nice as they look?” Diana asked, and I held back a chuckle. Naomi couldn't though.
“Of course,” She managed to say whilst chuckling. She held the free hand of Diana—typical Noami—to the surprise of the little one, and led us into the restaurant.
It was bustling already, the bustle easing when they took note of us. There were a few from the mage community, but most were of the werewolf’s clan and they couldn’t understand what a masked girl was doing in their eatery.
The party was over for god sake. They must be thinking.
“Don’t mind their stares. It’s not everyday that a masked beauty pays them a visit.” Naomi said, and I nodded, willing myself not to smile sheepish
