The next day at noon. In the café near the school.
When she got to the place, Jeff had already arrived first.
The handsome man with outstanding temperament, holding a cup of coffee, sat there waiting for her. Among all the men she had seen, he was the best-looking. She sometimes had the illusion that his temperament was not at all like a male stripper, but more like an aristocratic prince with status and position. A few waitresses next to him kept looking at him, and it seemed that someone had hit on him before she arrived.
Seeing her walk in, Jeff put down his coffee cup, and his pair of deep eyes surveyed the girl sitting across from him.
She was wearing a small skirt, with a pair of white and long legs showing. She had tied her long hair in a ponytail, revealing her lovely ears. He
