Chapter 52: A Chaotic Date with a Beastkin and a Demon (2)
It was easy to tell, even just by the back of her head, that the person sprawled out on the floor was a demon.
After all, her skin was beyond pale—outright blue—and a horn stuck out from the top of her head. It was impossible not to notice.
Still, maybe it was because of her surprisingly small frame and the form-fitting women’s suit she wore, but she didn’t look particularly threatening, even as a demon, a group often considered dangerous in the city.
Especially when you consider she had just taken a dramatic tumble, tray and all, in the middle of a dessert café. How could anyone view that as threatening?
Exchanging uncertain glances with Sabrina, I made my way toward her without hesitation.
Up close, I realized there was one small consolation: the tray had flown completely out of her hands, sparing her outfit from being stained with sticky desserts. Unfortunately, the desserts themselves had not been so lucky, scattered across the floor like helpless casualties.
“Ugh... Ouch...”
“....”
“Are you okay?”
“Y-Yes! I’m fine! Oh, um...”
Perhaps it was the hard tile floor she had landed on, but the demon woman groaned in discomfort, still lying prone. When she noticed us approaching, she jerked upright with a startled gasp.
Her face turned bright red the moment she seemed to register who we were. She must have felt mortified to be comforted by what she assumed were kids. Of course, I just happened to look like one.