Luna’s tone was flat and dismissive. “I offered him a ride, that’s all. But he’d rather go to a bar and have fun. Clearly, he doesn’t want to spend time with someone as boring as me.”

Leslie had the good sense not to push further. She started the engine and drove out into the night, keenly aware that Luna’s mood had taken a noticeable dip.

The Nightfall Bar was a modest establishment, tucked away in an old alley. It had few customers but made up for it with privacy. Its weathered stone walls and high fences gave it a charming, upscale feel despite its humble appearance.

Andrew walked past wearing a long coat and a hat pulled low over his face. He paused at the bar’s entrance to peer inside, then crossed the street and sat down at a small food stall opposite the bar. He ordered some food and settled in to eat slowly and deliberately.

Manuel Powell, the stall owner, was a weathered man in his 50s with ruddy cheeks from years of outdoor work. He smiled warmly. “Welcome back, sir. You’re here again.”

Andrew smiled and handed him a large bill. “Keep the change.”

Manuel’s face lit up with delight. He immediately called his daughter, Olivia Powell, over from the kitchen to bring Andrew a complimentary bowl of soup.

Olivia was barely in middle school. Yet, she was already shaping up to be a beauty. She was sharp, obedient, and with big, bright eyes. She shyly glanced at Andrew before hurrying off to get the soup.

When she set the steaming bowl in front of him, she moved carefully and respectfully, then smiled shyly at her feet before walking away.

In the kitchen, Gianna Floyd, the owner’s wife, had just finished frying a batch of meatballs.

She grinned widely at Olivia and asked, “So, is that rich gentleman back again?”

Olivia nodded. “Yeah, Mom. He has been coming for two nights straight now.”

Gianna beamed. “I bet he’s just fallen in love with our food. Rich folks get tired of all that fancy dining; they crave real street flavor once in a while.”

Olivia looked uncertain and shook her head. “I don’t think that’s it. He barely touches his food. He just keeps staring at the bar across the street the whole time. He sits there for hours, I don’t know what he’s looking at.”

Gianna waved a hand dismissively. “Ah, who cares? Rich kids have weird hobbies. Maybe he’s eyeing one of the ladies who works there, hoping to flirt a bit.”

Olivia blinked. “Mom, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Gianna chuckled. “You’ll understand when you’re older. Just know they’re not the kind of women you should ever imitate.”

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Olivia nodded uncertainly and glanced outside again. The man in the black coat was still sitting there, lost in thought, eyes fixed on the bar across the street.

The next morning, Andrew headed back to Sovereign’s Apothecary as usual. But first, he sought out Sheena, who was leading the Lloyd family disciples through their morning workout alongside Aspen and Natasha.

Andrew handed her a box. “Sheena, this is for you. I hope it’ll be useful.”

Sheena took the box and frowned suspiciously. “This is an elixir, right? Though it’s probably good stuff, regular elixirs don’t do much for me anymore.”

Andrew smiled knowingly. “Regular elixirs might not help, but this isn’t a regular elixir. You’re about to compete against Alfredo soon. Trust me, this will give you an edge.”

Sheena opened the box skeptically. Inside lay two pills, the color of fresh blood, each about the size of a blueberry. They glimmered with flawless sheen and radiated a fragrant warmth.

Her eyes widened as she carefully lifted one, holding it under her nose. “This is… a ninth-grade Snowmelt Elixir!"