บท 63: Meet And Be Mortified (1/5)

In a small cozy cafe, sat a woman who wore a casual white dress made for the summer heat. Her black loosely curled hair wrapped around her thin shoulders. As she rested her chin on her hand with her leg crossed over the other.

She sat in the corner with a table to herself, and it was also the quietest spot too. It was as if she knew the best place to sit in the cafe for the best view, which she did. 

Whenever she nervously tuck her loose curls behind her ear, her bangles will hit each other. Resembling the sound of her jumble up feeling as she waits for the arrival of that person. 

The doors to the cafe cling. There, walked in two men whose presence was able to capture the heart of many. They were the faces of someone who will break many hearts. Captured all except for the one they really one to trap. She didn't turn her attention towards them but was lost in her own thoughts.