Streamer Crazy About Slaughter - Chapter 121
The atmosphere of the two-story café designed in a light sky blue was bright and cheerful. At the same time, it had a strangely calming feel, creating a unique ambiance.
And now, within the spacious café adorned with luxurious designs and decorations, there were only two people present.
After exchanging light greetings by confirming each other’s presence, Serin naturally took a seat opposite Eunha at her table.
The moment she sat down.
As Eunha’s pure white silver hair fell loosely and briefly covered Serin’s face, Eunha couldn’t help but glance at her appearance.
‘Snow-white silver hair.’
It emitted a radiant light that vividly reminded one of Lin from Another World, along with a stunning face beneath it.
In fact, leading up to this meeting, Eunha had imagined countless scenarios of what Lin would be like over the past few days, but seeing Serin in person surpassed her imagination and felt like something more.
No matter how perfect Lin was as a character, it was hard to believe that she could resemble reality so closely.
The moment she saw her, Eunha was left in awe; Serin was incredibly beautiful.
Realizing Eunha’s gaze upon her, Serin turned her head momentarily.
Whoosh.
In that instant, Eunha turned her head away from Serin.
“…?”
After staring so intently while sitting down, it surprised Serin to see Eunha avoiding her gaze now that she was looking back. However, for a moment, Serin diverted her attention to the various menus displayed on the kiosk on the table.
Interesting, she noted.
Perhaps because it was a high-end café, the kiosk pad was individually implanted into the table. It seemed that orders could be placed without moving, as the staff would automatically bring the items once ordered through the kiosk pad.
“Shall we order?”
“Oh, yes!”
“Eunha, this is actually my first time in a café like this. Do you have any recommended menu items?”
Though typically not the one to lead conversations like this, being alone with Eunha made Serin feel as though she had to take the initiative. Surprisingly, words flowed naturally from Serin.
“I don’t visit often, but personally, I found the apple pie quite good.”
“Really? Let’s get the apple pie and check out a few other interesting items.”
As they browsed the café menu on the kiosk, a pure white hand caught Serin’s eye.
Suddenly, Eunha extended her hand to manipulate the kiosk situated across the table. Gradually, she began selecting various desserts.
Then suddenly, Eunha transferred the menu items Serin had selected to her own kiosk and proceeded to the payment screen.
“…?”
Unfamiliar with the kiosk system, Serin was bewildered as her selected items disappeared in an instant, and she stared at Eunha in confusion.
“Since I was the one who asked you to meet up, I’ll take care of the bill today.”
“No, you really don’t have to…”
While Serin wondered why everyone she met insisted on paying, she shook her head.
“No, really, it’s fine.”
Eunha, saying this, casually continued operating the kiosk.
Within seconds, a machine beeped from the kiosk at Eunha’s seat, indicating that the payment had been completed.
Serin, who had been blankly observing this swift action, thought, ‘…oh.’
It seemed she had unconsciously added quite a few items to the menu, and now with Eunha having paid for everything, Serin found herself at a loss for words.
Eunha smiled victoriously at Serin, seeming delighted by the recently made payment.
Serin couldn’t help but feel that celebrating a payment wasn’t necessary, but Eunha’s pure smile made it hard to comment on her generosity.
‘Well, it’s not my money anyway.’
Then, recalling Eunha’s earlier reference to her as Lin, Serin felt the need to clarify.
“Eunha?”
“Please go ahead, Lin-nim.”
The moment Eunha had been smiling lightly shifted to avoiding Serin’s gaze again, and this peculiarity caught Serin’s attention.
She wondered if Eunha was naturally shy, while she herself wasn’t the type to easily become close with others; it seemed Eunha was even more reserved, prompting Serin to speak with her more casually.
“Just call me Serin. We aren’t in Another World, so it feels a bit odd to be called Lin outside like this.”
“Okay, I’ll do that. By the way… is your name really Serin?”
Speaking cautiously and observing her reactions, Eunha displayed a refined elegance that made this cautiousness humorous to Serin, who responded with a light chuckle.
“Yes, it’s Han Serin.”
“What a pretty name you have.”
“Eunha’s name is also very beautiful.”
“…”
Eunha’s mouth momentarily hung open as if she was at a loss for words due to Serin’s compliment. She then clasped her hands under the table and whispered.
“Umm… thank you.”
Upon seeing Eunha looking sheepish, Serin gently shook her head and continued softly.
“You seem a bit tense right now, Eunha, but you can be at ease. We’re not meeting for any particular purpose today; it’s just a casual greeting, right? I’d like for you to relax a bit and feel comfortable with me.”
Serin hoped that by expressing this, it might ease the conversation coming up and make it feel less pressured.
To be honest, before meeting the famous player Joan of Arc, Serin had been quite nervous herself.
Just ten minutes ago, having seen the café without a single customer, she had felt a pang of anxiety, wondering if she had come to the wrong place.
However, now facing Eunha, she was beginning to relax.
Seeing Eunha look even more tense than herself, being cautious in both speech and action, eased Serin’s nerves to the point that she found comfort in Eunha’s demeanor.
Despite her cold exterior, Eunha gave off the impression of being shy and kind.
So, to lighten the mood a bit, Serin glanced around the café and spoke up.
“I can’t help but notice this café has such a nice vibe, but why are there no other people here besides us? I didn’t see anyone on the first floor either when I came up. Do you know the reason, Eunha?”
The prices of various desserts and drinks displayed on the kiosk were undoubtedly high, but considering that, it seemed likely many people would flock here just to experience the unique atmosphere of the café. Yet, at that moment, the café was completely empty.
“Oh, that’s because I thought it might feel burdensome to have other people around while meeting you.”
Serin, who had been carefully listening to Eunha’s words, had heard what she said, but she didn’t quite grasp the meaning.
Seeing Serin’s perplexed expression, Eunha continued casually.
“So I rented this café for the day.”
With Eunha’s words, Serin blinked, finally understanding why there were only the two of them in the café.
‘…Renting a café just to meet someone?’
Serin was taken aback more by Eunha’s idea than anything else.
To speak quietly with someone outside of a public setting.
—If you don’t want to accept other customers, you simply rent the place.
She couldn’t comprehend the mindset behind such a decision.
“Isn’t renting quite expensive? You really didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”
While it was undeniably comfortable to have a space to talk with just the two of them in such an empty area, she felt it was unnecessary.
“Actually, it’s not nearly as expensive as you might think. Plus, I enjoy quiet places.”
Eunha answered matter-of-factly, and Serin started to feel like perhaps that was indeed the case.
Having seen the salaries mentioned in passing articles about professional players in Another World, she knew they often exceeded astronomical amounts. Given that Eunha’s name, Joan of Arc, was one of the most outstanding stars among players, Serin could imagine how much money she might be earning.
A brief silence lingered between the two.
“…”
“…”
Eunha kept her fingers fidgeting under the table, focusing on Serin, while Serin chose to give Eunha a moment instead of forcing conversation.
Rather than pushing the conversation or trying to come closer, there wasn’t any hint of dislike emanating between them. They were simply sharing the same space, and that alone seemed sufficient to lower the tension.
Therefore, Serin turned her head to gaze out the café window instead of initiating conversation.
The urban landscape visible from the second-floor window was neither particularly special nor fascinating, yet watching countless people moving about their lives caught Serin’s attention.
Perhaps due to their evident proximity, the way people lived their lives gave her a fresh feeling.
“…”
After starting her streaming career, Serin had lost touch with the passage of time in her personal life.
Upon waking, she would find herself starting a broadcast, and once the stream went live, she would follow the day’s schedule as planned.
After her designated streaming time ended, she would typically discuss with editors about Lin Tube or check business emails.
Alternatively, she might watch other streamers’ broadcasts or check community reactions.
In the end, she would spend time exercising to shake off her weary body, eventually collapsing into sleep.
Then, it would be a new day once more.
Sitting here leisurely in the café and spending time felt completely new to Serin.
It seemed as though her sense of time, which had dulled over the previous days, was starting to awaken.
Therefore, while gazing at the people outside the café living their lives, Serin found herself mesmerized despite the simplicity of it all.
As she continued to stare blankly out the window, around five minutes passed.
Suddenly, Serin turned her head back from the window.
“Oh.”
With a face flushed red from embarrassment, Eunha hurriedly turned her head away. After a moment of observing her, Serin spoke up casually.
“Did I have something on my face?”
Serin couldn’t understand why someone would stare at another’s face without a word, unless they were interrupting the silence.