It was a scorching July, but contrary to his usual habits, Layla walked up to the job request board and stood there, carefully reading the details of each posting.
Makarov was leisurely sipping an iced drink, a tipsy look on his face. Glancing casually at Layla, he paid him no mind and raised his cup back to his mouth.
Then he froze, his eyes widening. The alcohol in his system instantly wore off by half. He lowered his cup and rubbed his eyes with his hand, making sure he wasn't drunk.
Chapter 49