The waiter named the price with a practiced smile. "That will be 5,888, thank you!"
My eyes widened at the audacious sum for a single cup of coffee. The scent hadn't even fully reached my senses, yet the price alone made my instincts bristle. "That's outrageously expensive!" I exclaimed, my tone a mix of disbelief and restrained irritation.
"The coffee was brewed with beans of the highest grade, Alpha-grade even. It is worth every unit," the waiter replied with unwavering composure, as if the price were a simple declaration of dominance rather than a shock to the senses.
I froze for a moment, feeling the tension coil in my chest. A coffee costing more than a meal for a pack member? Yet, I refused to yield or show hesitation. "Fine. Just get me the bill. Pack the coffee too. Add ice, sugar, and cream," I instructed firmly, pulling out my card and handing it over. My pulse throbbed with the quiet assertion of power—I would not be intimidated.
