"This cafe is the best!"
He was in bliss. In seconds of sipping the Americano, he would slyly check out girls that walked in through that glass window.
"That one should enough..."
I sighed, fed up with his stupidity,
"Enough? You started to weigh them now..", I expressed a gagging gesture to which he stuck out a tongue.
Mine was a Latte, with few drops of milk and sugar, exactly like how my childhood had taught me. Back in the days, two months before, when Bony used to tend to the exact same needs, I would laugh at him on its weird taste. Little did I know, he was the best.
"You dreaming again?"
His eyes were on me. Ethan was smiling.
"What's funny?'
"Nah, you always day dreaming these days"
Now, Ethan met me through the art course too, though he arrived by force. After consiste
