, Marc

Antony picked her up, and she felt like everyone at the café was talking about her. It wouldn't be surp

rrifying incident. She didn't want to take any more risks. She only asked for one thing after t

e of it. Not that she made many friends, n

zed the blonde girl whom she felt she knew. Ah... right, she was a classmate and majoring in the

who looked fierce when she stared at them, began to fix her

mockingly. "Do you want

. It must have been because of the incident at the ca

cause she herself was trembling. She had never confronted so many people before. But s

could get away with it? The hallway was empty, with the e

. Jess approached and slightly brush

h one, very different from herself, who preferred to wear loose pants and comfortable shi

now? She looked like a campu

. But ganging up on someone for whatever reason is not fair. One on one. Not five on one," Fathia spok

Fathia closed her eyes again, trembling

lass. Occasionally, she would share her homemade bread, sa

was because of that bread that Fathia

going on

ion leader standing not far from them. Not just one person, but four peo

e group members. Fathia didn't know

ickly pulled Jess away. She would thank Jess later.

lready in the garden next to their campus buildi

elping me get away

from the library corridor to the garden was draining her energy. It seemed she hadn't

n't kno

her head with

ed until tears welled up in her e

the exact correlation between knowing that group

or your information, they're th

long black hai

oaching me just now, you know. I w

ally Jesslyn? Fathia's head couldn't unde

for my new bakery that I'll be launching next month. My café is in front

sted. "Is it yours o

name is hard." Jess grinned while scratching her neck and fixing her slightly mess

sations longer than two minutes. She prefer

thi

th me. Just like with anyone else." Then Jess reach

"Sure. I'm... uh,

loudly. "Jesslyn, y

mething Fathia had never done before, except for casual acquaintanc

my café, come

red my question. D

urst into laughter

as flabb

r of the café. They had a variety of delicious dishes that Fathia admired and deserved a

ly that Fathia almost choked. She quickly grabbed her iced cappuccino just to swallow a bite of p

N

furrowed

is my uncle

uh

ghtly. "Yes, my u

do you mean? Come on... tell me.

s warning echoed in her head. She shouldn't let too many people know her identity. S