"Do you remember the cafe we often visit when we're high school?"
"I do. What's happening?"
"Nothing. It's closed right now and replaced with a multi-use building."
"It's a news. That's a great cafe actually, it's a pity that they decided to close the cafe."
"That's what's on my mind." There is a silence before I ask her more, "Was it on 2020 street? I can't remember the number."
"It is not, it is 202."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, you can check it on the internet."
Nastiti is right. It is not 2020 but 202. They would not spell it wrong since it aimed to be a commercial card. But what 2020 does mean? I have no more time to ask her further because I need to go to the laboratory soon. We decide to go back to our class since she also has a class starting soon.
In the middle of crowded people finishing class today, a tall man wearing a black hoodie stared at me. I come overdue because there are so many things to do in the laboratory and his face showed bad sentiment. He walks closer to me and takes my trickled-ice matcha.
"What is it?"
