“Here i am”, giving a short glimpse he talked with himself.
THE ALINA’S BAKERY.
There it was, written in the bold letters in golden color on the entry gate. Just below the name of the cafe, few special items were written as a list that most people prefer to have.
There’s this guy. He parked his bike just in front of it by the side of the busy traffic road. Took the helmet out and managed his hair. Maybe this is the first thing all the guys do after getting off the bike. Too sensitive about their hair style, eh.
Actually this was the first time he was going to visit that place even though he had heard a lot about this before. And he was nervous too.
He took out his mobile from his pocket. The time was 2:15. The one thing people do in the public whenever they…
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