Eren sat overlooking the water. Just as he took a sip of his coffee, a flicker of dizziness washed over him. His head spun for a heartbeat which was very strange for someone who hadn't been sick in a long time and had been living between two universes for almost five months now.
He was at one of those nice open-air spots with outdoor heaters that let people sit outside even in winter. A trendy place in Üsküdar overlooking the Bosphorus where the waterfront strip had party venues and winter garden themed restaurants on both sides.
But Eren could afford places like this now because the Evon-grown products they'd been bringing to Earth, mostly food and fruit that had been touched by elven hands and elven soil, had made him genuinely wealthy.
