Avery sighed softly as she stood up, ready to leave the cafe where she met with Damian.
After giving her response, she didn’t think there was anything else to talk about and immediately tried to leave.
“You wanna get some tarts? you love tarts...my treat,” Damian suggested, pointing at the pastry shop displaying tarts right next to the cafe as they walked out of the cafe together while ignoring the gaze of the two girls by the entrance, who seemed to have recognised her even though she was wearing the simplest clothes possible.
Avery for a minute hesitated, but the pastries looked nice.
“Sure,” Avery accepted before they both walked right into the pastry shop, but right before she let go of the glass door, Avery was sure she heard a camera shutter.
‘I wonder what those reporters are u
