Komorebi

[Mel Rose]

The purple-eyed woman smacked her lips with disapproval, but otherwise kept quiet. She did not want to get into the verbal fencing territory again and Olivia's sarcastic tone made her think that her interlocutress either completely missed the point of her story or chose to act as if she did.

Instead of speaking she sipped the sencha and looked up at a tree growing in the patio and the afternoon sunlight shining through its leaves, a phenomenon from which the café must have taken its name.

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