After calming down, I took two steps further and walked slowly along the shopping district.
When I passed by a cafe, I was attracted by the strong coffee aroma. I went inside and sat down at a random table. I then ordered a cup of hot Americano coffee with half sugar.
Only Hendrix could drink black coffee without sugar.
After much contemplation, I dialed Ian's number.
A few seconds later, I finally heard Ian's familiar voice, "Arianna? How have you been?"
"I'm alright. You're still awake at this time?" I didn't expect the phone call to actually go through.
"I'm at war," Ian said.
"What?" I was confused for a moment. I haven’t heard anything about a military operation happening in Mesville recently.
"Haha, nothing. What about you? What can I do for you?" Ian knew me very well.
What was a friend like? When we could meet up by just riding a taxi, we would always get into arguments. Now that we were in different time zones, he could still remember the little details
about me.
I lowered my head and smiled. Without beating around the bush, I asked, "Didn't you study psychology? I wanted to ask you. What's the reason for a person to ignore someone, avoid her and not even talk to her despite obviously liking her?"
"Are you talking about Hendrix?" Ian said, "Even the media in Mesville reported the affair between him and Andrea. That's just really messed up."
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