Kopi guarded himself against her, knowing completely well about her raging emotions behind that smile.
His instinct was already screaming to run away from her.
Since he had been asked, he would naturally answer but in a chilling voice, "Kopi."
"Kopi?" The girl tittered. "As in copy, coffee, or what?"
Kopi beamed, not feeling offended by her serious question.
"My mother loved to brew my father a coffee."
"Is that so?"
The girl tried to maintain her smile, but her eyes flickered in sorrow.
Kopi caught it, but his expression and eyes didn't change.
It remained frigid, resulting in his whole appearance being enigmatic to others.
"Good for you, then."
"It's not," replied Kopi quickly, as he shook his head. "I lost them both, even my little brother."
"Ohhh…"
Kopi heard her frivolity response but his expression turned even colder when he saw her smiling insanely.
