Sep 11, 2018
@reppuu
With every passing minute, Saphir lowered his head further behind his newspaper, until he looked like he was hiding underneath it.
Whether it was true or not, Saphir was convinced that the short, angry bird-looking individual loitering near his current favorite café was there for him. He thought this because, at least as far as he would ever consider, Sync the Tempest did not just stop anywhere for a muffin; he had a reason for hanging around.
The pressure finally got to Saphir. He slammed the newspaper down on the table and shouted at Sync.
“I don’t know you! You must be looking for someone else!”
