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.

we exchange phone numbers? I'll have someone send you a

His eyes were

being middle-aged, he had a commanding presence and charisma. He wasn't an ordinary man. There was a hint

in his comics, this middle-aged

the charming gentleman seemed to be focused on

correct?"

know this man, but how had he known her name instantly? Lina had told her

raised her chin and said

childish voice made

perplexed. "What's

He then looked at Toph. "I assume this isn't

you getting

moment, Sephy tugged on Toph's clothing.

was on alert. She

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