Chapitre 21: Coffee Stick

Mc Ivan's POV

"I want to have a cup of coffee!" John shouted as he stretched.

"Either me." Maine on the other hand agreed.

"This is so tiring," John said and went to our coffee corner.

"No more coffee!" He complained.

"I'll file a request." Gretchen said.

I'm just wandering my eyes, observing each of them. Why do I feel like, one of them is really related to Serious Guy? or what if... He's one of them?

I look at John.

No.

It's not him for sure.

"Bro, I remember there's a coffee stick in the grocery bag, Neil bought. Can I have one?" He looks at me with his puppy eyes. I remember when we are still a child, he can't even kill a mosquito. I even doubted him when he told me he wants to be an inspector too.

"I forgot to give that to Kissa, but yeah." His face lit up.

"Yes!"

I just let him get the coffee stick.

"Oh? Did you already get one from here?" He asked.

"Nah, why?" I asked.

I'm not minding him since I'm still observing the people around us.