Yin-Yin was leaning against the coffee counter in her shop. The afternoon sunlight flooded the room, accentuating her slender figure. She saw Путник enter the store. His expression was impassive, but there was expectation in his eyes. Yin-Yin nodded her chin towards an empty chair. You're late, Путник. I thought you'd forgotten your old friend. — she said in an even tone, but with a slight note of sarcasm. Путник pulled out a chair and sat down. Yining raised an eyebrow, appraisingly looking at him with a smirk at the corner of her lips. What will you order today? Or... Did you just come to me? She leaned forward a little, and the light scent of her perfume reached Путник nose. Her eyes looked at him with a challenge, as if she was trying to catch something in Путник's expression.