There aren't many things I like and this little cafe called "One Cup" is one of them that I recently discovered.
When I'm not "working" these days, I've been coming here a lot, picking out an inconspicuous spot near the back window and ordering a "single carriage," maybe with a piece of "red velvet." Either reading a book or surfing the Internet, or simply doing nothing and just staring out the window in a daze.
However, in the past few days, my hobby has been completely interrupted.
I pushed up my glasses.
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