ANNOYANCE FILLS ME, apart from humiliation, to everything this time.
I should not say ‘I’ll catch with you next time’ last time – wait! I did not catch up with them this time! The history just repeated itself, but with slight changes! Similar to our first unforeseen gathering inside this café, everything starts off when they join our table. Where is my voice saying I will catch with them later here?
On our side of the booth sofa, from right to left, seats: Charlie, me, Liam, Ella, and Mila. And on across from our’s, the same from right to left, are Gabriel, Dylan, Christoper, Benedict, and Anthony. Dylan, who is in front of me, is kicking my feet again, pointing his phone. He has to do it noiselessly so others from our table will not detect our secre
