Sophie Marcelle was a bit of a strange girl. She was outgoing, maybe too much so, always talking loudly and being very loud, drawing everyone's attention not only because of her beautiful appearance but also because of how boisterous she was.
After that strange first encounter we had at school, I agreed to accompany Sophie and Anne for a drink at a nearby coffee shop, where they sold frothy coffee. I had never drunk that kind of coffee before, in fact, at the orphanage we were hardly allowed to drink coffee. But it was a sweet, cold coffee drink, with lots of cream and cinnamon, so I found it extremely pleasant. Drinking the first few sips, I realized that it was very sweet but not unpleasant, it wouldn't be one of my favorite drinks, but I liked it well enough.
When Sophie finally calme
