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The man was named David, who was not older than thirty or because the harshness of life on the streets of Metropol made him look like an old man no more than thirty. The man who would sit on the front porch of Kohiti Cafe every day.
Maybe it was like destiny, Lyon for some reason wanted to come to the cafe. The cafe that Lyon had long forgotten, even though it was located right in front of the school. Lyon had forgotten since Petra stopped working there. Inadvertently Lyon's eyes met with David's blank stare was holding a cup of warm coffee.
At first glance, the blank stare was just like an ordinary blank stare, but not for Lyon. Because for Lyon, that gaze is nothing but boredom from the monotonous routine of his life.
