Stumbling over his words, the boy with piercing blue eyes pointed at him.
"Y-you're that…!"
"…Mr. Nobody himself." He smiled and finished the boy's sentence.
"The cool stranger with the cat in the cape! Y-you have a different face?!"
"Nobody ever has just one, boy."
He smirked at the boy's astonished expression.
"You really are Mr. Nobody… The real one!"
Marcel let out a few satisfied chuckles. It seemed the old man had expected a reaction just like this.
"Damian." Martha stood in front of the boy. "Is it polite to make guests wait while the food gets cold?"
"M-Mom, don't you get it?! It's him! The very one!"
"All the more reason. Take your plate and let them finally eat."
Soon everyone finally sat down at the table.
…
Twirling the pasta onto his fork, Mr. Nobody finally tasted the long-awaited dish… And a minute later, his plate was already empty. He hadn't even noticed when he'd finished it all.
"Seconds?" Martha asked with a smile.
