Marsha walked to one of the tables that were already filled with some sweet foods, such as cupcakes. She looked at the cupcake without interest. Since childhood, Marsha had cake, especially the cupcake made by her uncle. However, since the incident that happened to her in the past, the cupcake is one of the things that Marsha hates the most. I like she wants to destroy all kinds of cupcakes from the face of this earth.
"So, you're here."
Marsha gasped in surprise when a voice suddenly sounded quite close to her. She turned around to see who had just spoken to her.
"Anderson?"
Anderson smiled crookedly, then handed Marsha a glass of juice. Marsha took it and drank it until it was half full.
"You kept your word."
"Of course. I'm not the Marsha i used to be, always running from trouble."
"I'm pleased to hear it." he said praising while patting Marsha's shoulder as a sign of encouragement from him.
