While sitting in a fairly quiet cafe, Kara massaged her head with both hands. The cup of brown coffee in front of her has not yet been touched. The girl whose long reddish hair had reached almost beyond her back also sighed over and over again.
A man came out of the toilet and walked over to the girl. His body looks so sturdy and his eyes are very sharp.
Bob sat across from Kara, paused to observe the girl, then asked, "You really don't want to buy any food? Cakes? Snack? Anything?"
"I really have no appetite, Bob." Kara closed her eyes tightly, then looked at the man.
"That's weird, you're usually so passionate when it comes to food."
Kara pressed her cheek against the table. "I also don't understand. Maybe it's because my mind is so messed up right now."
