Alma looks back and forth between Dorothy and Aleah. Both of them have been in silence ever since they got inside this café.
"Cough," Alma coughed deliberately, trying to lessen the tense atmosphere.
"Huff…" Alma heard Aleah sigh heavily.
"I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself to you. My name is Aleah, how about you?"
"My name is Alma."
"Is the coffee good? This is Dorothy's favorite café because this is the only café with black coffee that suits her taste," she asked.
"Yes, it's a good coffee," Alma said.
"You know, I never remember about you before. But now I understand that you fabricated my memory and sealed the truth. I understand why you did that," Aleah whispered her eyes looking at Dorothy with sadness.
