That afternoon at the Butterfly Café, a handsome man came in and sat at one of the tables there. The man was wearing a gray tracksuit, paired with white sneakers, with a black hat and sunglasses, making him look really cool.
At this time, the cafe looked crowded with visitors making some of the waiters busy enough that no one had come to the man's table.
But, suddenly Juan approached and handed the menu list to the man.
"Sorry, would you like to order something?" he asked a little doubtfully.
Juan saw the man's face that looked familiar in his eyes. Even though it was blocked by the glasses and mask on his face, Juan could still recognize him.
"W—are you... Ronan? That famous artist?" Juan asked a little doubtfully.
He rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing right now.
"Yes... that's right! You are Ronan, that artist who often appears on TV!" he said again, full of conviction.
