"Two hot chocolates please," Ego brings me to the school's cafeteria, which after classes turns into a cafe, only serving students and staff from both the school and university.
"Three hundred credits," The waiter behind the bar speaks monotonously. Ego takes his credits card from his pocket and passes over the smooth metal surface of the credit card machine. With just a touch of being in close proximity, it transfers your credits. "Please wait until your number is called."
"Come," Ego pulls me to an empty table and takes a seat in front of me. "I think this is a nice place to tell you the rest," I give him a confused look as there are people around us, more than capable of listening to our conversation. "Don't worry, no one will hear."
"Okay. I'll make sure I don't tell anyone," I say
