At him, I lose my patience and begin to chide, "Why are you sowing discord among Esmund and me? Are you envious of us?"
There, as that man hears me, his lips slowly bends into a complacent smirk, "Indeed, I am 'Envy'…" in my ear he claims, "Know me now by the name Lievve Evvers… But I believe you will find out my true name very soon…"
Before I am able to question more, a chime from the bakery's door diverts all my attention——Esmund walks out of the bakery with a paper bag in his hands, and a radiant grin on his face. In contentment he hands the paper bag to me. Gently he reminds, "They are still hot, be careful when you have the first bite."
I hold the paper bag in front of my chest, allowing the stream from the freshly baked scones to raise and warm my face. The balmy sweet smell of the blueberry jam sets my mind at ease, "Thank you…"
Whereas, when I concernedly turn to my side again, that man with black lips has long vanished from the lane.
