After the unexpected event in the library, Armande pulled over at a quaint cafe overlooking the mighty river.
"Why did you stop here?" Ibha asked curiously.
"Why do people stop at cafes? Oh, I forgot, you're illiterate," He teased and got out of his car.
'Hey, I know to read, wiseguy!" Ibha frowned and followed him inside. "Unlike you, I've got a job at the villa. I can't slack off," She complained.
"Were you always this annoying, Ibha?" Armande sighed and pulled a chair for himself. "I don't remember..."
"There he goes again! Talking like he's met me before?" Ibha narrowed her eyes and took a chair.
"Oi, What's with the mysterious talk you keep doing often," Ibha confronted him.
"What do you mean?" Armande raised his brows.
Just then the waitress appeared and interrupted Ibha bef
