Maha's attention was drawn to the television above his head. A sigh escaped his lips as he recognized the annoying tune of a popular advert, his gaze falling back to the table he was scrubbing clean.
"Tense? Stressed? Unclench your jaw and take a sip of pure calm!"
Unconsciously, the nerves in Maha's jaw loosened a little. He couldn't deny that he had been tense lately. Who could blame him?
"Let the taste of wild flowers ease your mind! Floribunda, a breath of fresh air, bottled!"
Maha often gauged the popularity of new products based on customer conversations. He had already been asked a few times whether the shop had that Flori-something on the menu. Perhaps he should stock up on a few bottles.
A sigh escaped the man's lips. It was uncanny, how quickly the worries of his daily life could chase his main concerns away. There was something entracing about that advert, it's catchy tune lingering in his mind – the textbook definition of an earworm.
He set the cleaning cloth on the table, and idly reaching for PET. No new messages, of course, or Magicman would have long informed him. Maha still caught himself checking on the device every few hours, just in case.
No news. No updates. No further hints at all.
Where in the world could these boys even be?