Meeting Nathalie Zorken for the second time was unlike the first.
In Zoren's original timeline, their meeting was brief. Only a few words were exchanged before gunshots echoed in the air. But in this timeline, here they were, seated across from each other, the steam of hot, aromatic tea wafting through their nostrils. Cupcakes, muffins, and other snacks adorned the table, making it look like a casual meetup.
The only things that hinted this wasn't just a casual tea time were the armed men surrounding the pavilion and a strange, faint yet distinct, foul stench in the air.
Zoren fluttered his dark eyelashes, meeting the same dark eyes mirroring him.
Across from him sat a middle-aged woman who showed no signs of aging. There were no visible wrinkles or fine lines, and her hair was styled in a retro pin-up victory curl. Red lips, a naturally contoured small face, and a distinct beauty mark on her right eyelid completed her look.
A timeless beauty, indeed.
