"Matcha, you can take it," I tell him awkwardly.
"Oh, thanks. Been waiting for you here almost an hour." He is sipping the iced matcha.
"I'm so sorry. There's so much to do and I don't have your number to tell you."
"Let's go." He walked before me.
I have no idea what am I doing right now. Helping a man that I don't even know his name. I don't usually follow my curiosity, but this thing bothers my mind all the time. By the set of the sun, I walked beside a tall man talking about the probability of things. We talked about the cafe, the card, and the building.Â
There's nothing strange besides the only fact that he also oftentimes goes to the cafe before. I was figuring out that he hasn't come from the same high school as me but how come he visits the cafe oftentimes. In fact, his school was placed opposite direction from the cafe.
"Wait, your school was placed far away from the cafe. How come?" I asked.
"My girlfriend brought me there. She is in the same high school as yours." my head nodding unconsciously.
After taking a short-distance bus, we arrived right in front of a four-floored building. The place become strange for me, they now created different surroundings. I feel uncomfortable and... deplore.Â
I miss the old one when it feels warm. A banner patched in front of the building, says 'Painting Exhibition Week'. The place is relatively dense with people out and coming in but it is not as lively as I suppose to see. We decide to go in, watch some paintings and suddenly I got stopped by a beautiful painting named l'ombre des losiers. I don't spell it wrong; the painting has a same name as the cafe.
The painting sought my attention for a while, so I decided to keep on track closer. I'm not really into painting, I have no idea about it and even this is my first time going to an art exhibition. The only art that I enjoy is music and my friend calls me weird for being a big fan of Red Sovine.Â
