Dorothy's POV:
"Good afternoon, Dorothy!"
Selma was always so energetic.
I kept the book. "Good afternoon, Selma. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Oh, uhm..." she scratched her head uneasily and said with a smile, There is something…
"Let's talk on the way." She pulled me toward the city. "I know a very good pancake shop. Are you hungry? We can have afternoon tea together."
"Alright," I said.
I should bring my friend home. After all, it was only a few hundred meters away from us. But I didn't want to go back. Selma probably noticed my unusual behavior. She wanted to say something, but she stopped herself. In the end, she didn't ask anything.
I liked the tacit understanding because I didn't want to say anything.
Sitting in the pancake shop, I absent-mindedly poked at the vanilla syrup and asked, "Is it something urgent?"
