Zhan walked a lap of the shopping centre's ground floor once before realising that the 'high class cafe' was in fact the generic coffee shop near the ice rink next to the fast food, burger restaurant. Zhan scowled, rechecked the notifications on his phone, then went in.
Inside, the cafe was mostly filled with smart casual digital nomads and high school students in uniform though there appeared to be a few couples on dates as well. It was the middle of the day in the middle of the week, but Zhan knew it wasn't his place to pass judgement. This was a different era from the one he'd grown up in so he merely shook his head and threaded his way to the one empty corner.
Because this corner was not in fact empty. Strange, given the cafe's turnover but completely understandable if one knew who was currently occupying the seats under a perfectly weaved invisibility spell.
