The begger at the entrance

Tristan looked at the man and stepped forward. He was quick to notice the change in the laundry man's face and voice. "Do you know him?"* Tristan asked again.

"Eh? No! I don't know him. I really don't know him. When are you bringing your clothes?" The man asked, automatically changing the topic.

Tristan stared at him suspiciously and answered the question anyway. "In a day's time." Tristan replied.

In order not to raise any suspicions, he said his good bye and left, knowing he was coming back the following day.

He was stepping outside the plaza when he saw the laundry man's daughter coming in with a cup of coffee.

"Hi." Tristan waved and the girl stopped to look at him.

"Why are you always saying that? That's not my name." The little girl mumbled, sipping her coffee.

Tristan smiled. "I see. Do you mind telling me what it is then?"

"Jenny."

"Wow. A cute name. So, Jenny.. what do I get you when I'm coming back tommorow?"

"I've cream, I guess.' Jenny replied grumpily.

Tristan smiled. "