"Ah, I can expl-"
"STEVE!!" a voice shrouded from the other side of the cafe, making Anjali twist her head side to look towards the door. Because of the tall figure of the pillar that made it impossible to look straight.
'Ah? I guess a date?'
**
On the other side making Steve freeze on the spot hearing the voice gulping in response as his eyes goes wide in response.
"Oh, no!" mumbling under his breath bitting inside of his cheeks, the girl stomps her feet towards him. Over the background hearing the breaking of glass once more shattering into pieces.
Making Anjali turn her head around in search of any sign of finding none.
'I guess it's a glass of ghost must have shattered and died in cafe poor one its soul must be restless. Don't worry I will pray for you glass'