Rose stepped into the cafe this afternoon. The cafe was completely deserted when Rose arrived. Making it easy for her to find the man she really wanted to meet at this time. A man was already waving his hand at Rose. The man occupied the table near the window. Her sweet smile spread perfectly as Rose drew closer to him. Rose walk to the table with Marco there.
"So, what drink do you want? The Americano here is very good," the man asked very kindly. Rose shook her head, as a sign of rejection at the man's question. Rose's hand was now stretched out to pull the chair in front of her and then immediately took it.
"Tell me. What do you really want to tell me, Marco?" asked Rose to the point. Marco, who had just enjoyed his Americano, had already put the cup in his hand down on the table.
