Although they were always together during their four years in Athana, it was never as natural as how they were before.
Most of the time, she spoke, and he listened; and there were times where he felt indifferent, uninterested, nonchalant, and sorry.
There wasn’t anything that could spark a conversation, but at that time, he couldn't understand why...
He stood up and pinched his forehead as he walked u p to the counter. When he noticed the no-smoking sign, he pointed and dully uttered, "Excuse me."
"N-N-No worries..." The cashier blushed and stammered.
The girl serving coffee gave a typical answer. "It’s okay, smoke all you want."
Mark squinted at her words; a faint smile appeared on his sunken expression. He took out several banknotes and handed them to the cashier.
Following that, he turned around and went outside the cafe.
As the bill was being printed, the cashier held the change and called out to him as he left, "Sir, your
change."
However, all she heard was the clear tingling sound of the wind chime.
"Hey, did you notice his chest was dripping wet? It's s o sexy, even my limbs are shivering!"
"Of course, his chest is so firm too, and his bum looked so sexy in his wet pants!"
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