Mark walked past Jane. He said, "Come with me."

Jane didn't budge. "I don't think I have anything to talk to you about."

"If you don't want to regret it, you'll come with me," Mark said as he pushed the glass door and entered the café. The bell attached to the door rang.

Jane stood rooted to the spot. She hesitated for a while before turning around. Since she was already there, she could just hear him out and see what sort of news that cripple could bring her.

They were the only two people in the café, besides the owner.

Mark seemed to know the owner. With one look, the owner immediately understood and served them two iced coffees.

Jane felt uncomfortable sitting in her seat. After the owner left, she grumbled softly, "What kind of shithole is this? It's so dirty. Can I even drink this?"

Mark sneered. He leaned back with his iced coffee. "Sorry for not thinking this through. I didn't think that you would still care about any of this since you now have to rely on someone else to