The empty cafe was filled with the rich aroma of coffee and tobacco.
The once peaceful and leisurely elegant cafe was thrown into chaos by a sudden duel, yet the duel was like a spring thunderstorm, coming and going quickly.
In a corner of the cafe, a few gentlemen who had just been shouting threats were now calmly seated. Each of them was dressed in well-tailored black tailcoats, with white silk cravats highlighting their long necks, holding delicate silver-plated coffee cups, exuding elegance and composure.
They sat around a round table covered with snow-white linen, with copies of the day's Figaro Newspaper and The Times scattered on the table, as if the chaos of the cafe had nothing to do with them, and only the coffee and newspapers were their world.
The amber liquid swirled gently in the porcelain cups, emitting an enticing aroma, like a tranquil sea isolated from the worldly affairs.
