Chintya sat in the corner of the café wearing large sunglasses and an expensive blazer. Her eyes were fixed on the entrance. As soon as Damian appeared, she waved her hand.

"Damian, come here!" called Chintya.

Damian approached her with heavy steps. He did not hide his reluctance. "You asked me to come here. What is it?"

“Sit down first,” Chintya said casually, though there was anxiety behind her fake smile.

“I’ll just stand. Get to the point, Chintya. What do you want to talk ...