Persephone looked at that man shyly. She had many questions flashing through her mind at the moment.

'Mommy said I should have good manners. Should I call him "sir" now?

'No, he looks much older than my uncle! So should I call him "mister"?

'But I've smudged my whole ice cream on his jacket. Maybe I should say sorry first?'

The ice cream was vanilla-flavored, and she had taken only a few licks.

The man spoke first. "Little girl, you're Persephone, right?" His voice was deep, like a cello. She was shocked.

He smiled mysteriously and glanced at his jacket, then heard a man and a woman screaming, "Sephy! Are you okay?"

Nervously, Toph and Arya rushed over. They checked if she was hurt, then noticed the ice cream on the man's black jacket.

exchange phone numbers? I'll

shook his head. His eyes were enigmatic, impossible

a commanding presence and charisma. He wasn't an ordinary

drawing attractive young men in his comics, this middle-aged man before him was someone he had secretly wanted to

seemed to be focused on

correct?"

this man, but how had he known her

her chin and said

voice made the

and Arya were perplexed. "What's going on,

and placed his hands behind his back. He then looked

you getting at?" he

on Toph's clothing. "Let's go,

it out, but Arya was on alert. She

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