The waitress, with a tall nose and deep eye sockets, smiled and asked her what she wanted to drink. The tide hadn't recovered from the minty aroma yet.

"Un verre de café noir, merci. (a cup of black coffee, thank you)"

Under the gentle reconfirmation of the waiter, the tide gestured to her. She looked around the décor of the dessert shop, as if she was looking for something.

European cold style.

The tide was bored, subconsciously chasing the source of the familiar smell. She had tried to force herself to forget the smell, but the smell and memory never hung ......

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