Calix answered with a gentle smile. "Thank you, Yuria," he tapped Radia's shoulder and shifted his legs to rise from the floor. "I'll pay as usual after you send the receipt."
"Hey--" Yuria planted his hands on the table, just a shy away from slamming it--not because he was angry, but because he was in a hurry. "Wait,"
He raised his palm to halt them both, and Calix paused, looking at the man with a face void of expression. Radia, who hadn't moved from his seat, just silently collected the boxes and the flash drive while observing his father.
Yuria pressed his lips and sighed. "Look, I'm not going to charge you for that, so..." he pinched the bridge of his tired eyes and looked at Calix defeatedly. "Why don't we talk as friends and you tell me about it?"
Calix said nothing, just looking back at the man with a blank face. But he stopped in his tracks as if he was waiting for something, angling his body slightly to the exit.