A lovely night it was for the barista; tranquility of the resting shadow by the table; desperation from the asphyxiation of the nymphet. Through the night, there encountered strangers; scattered by time, gathered by fate! "What been shall delight that tongue, my dear?" Offered by the old man.
"Moment may only tell why the three of us meet." "But don't worry, it's safe; outside is the threat!"
Pier Cafe at Schick's st. Chapter 1: How do you do?