"Do you know any plan?"
Iesa asked as she cleaned up the dining table. She already know the answer but still asked to see if Teren had any.
"Not really..."
Teren timidly answered. He was close to sighing, ashamed that he have no idea what to do in these kinds of situations. Just like what Iesa said, even though she didn't have any prior experience too, she knows the basics of it.
Teren began to think that the facade he put up back then about having a mental illness was actually more than just a topic of conversation and depressing train of thought.
"Then listen to me well."
Iesa confidently and cutely said while she cheerfully dropped onto the couch next to Teren.
...
Sunday came. First time in a while, Teren went out of Iesa's apartment all dressed up.
'Dressed up' but actually, he was wearing something semi-formal that anyone could see youths wearing on the streets.
