A10: It's Not So Interesting, Is It not?

Cafes in this small town are very different from cafes in Jakarta. Even so, still the aesthetic appearance did not disappoint me. Especially the Ananda Cafe that I—we—stopped by.

I sip a cappuccino ice drink with brownish granola topped with pleasure. A boy and a part-time vampire in front of me were staring at a group of girls in shorts across the place where we sat. The girls who were mostly wearing minimal tops were giggling when they realized Saga was watching them.

“Seriously,” Saga grunted on the green ice-colored basil drink under her nose. “The girls think I'm admiring them or something. Their clothes lack material.”

I laughed. “You're so old-fashioned, Saga. How old are you?”

Saga pouted. “I'm only one year old!”

I almost sprayed the espresso milk liquid into his face.

“Don't say it's true!” I shrieked under my breath.

Saga rolls his eyes with bored. &ldq

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