Aaron took a seat on the soft, dusty blue sofa. He looked around to silently admire the interior design of this bowl-shaped building. This building is very unique. Aaron, who loves art, immediately falls in love with an abstract painting hanging on a strange bed in front of him. That's where Cakara Park sat cross-legged while looking at him with a sneer.
"I'm assuming you guys didn't come for the friendly."
"Who would want to be friendly with you?"
Ivory put down the steaming hot cup that was now halfway down. Cakara Park's hot chocolate managed to calm the throbbing headache. The weakness that she had been feeling was slowly replaced by the warmth of a cup of her favorite sweet-scented thick liquid.
"Stop fighting. You've been staring at each other for ten minutes. Come on," said Ivory.
