It is always most crowded in the coffee house on Sundays. Most of my time is occupied by the customers until when the night gradually falls——My weekend should have ended as usual if it was not for Oliver.
The hands of the clock strikes seven when Oliver shows up in the coffee house. With his method of saying, he enjoys watching one being delightedly surprised. It certainly cheers my night up when I fetch his abrupt appearance, but…
How mischievous can he be? I guess this is an aspect that is yet to be completely explored, for it is definitely not limited to the prurient behaviours we carried out in the library and the movie theatre.
At Table Seven, opposite to Oliver I sit, placing a cup of hot chocolate drink in front of Oliver, and a mug filled with warm water in front of myself.
With a beaming smile Oliver greets, "Hey."
