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Chapter 34: Moonlight Bar
His feet took him back to the café even before he realized as he banged his head on the door of the café, his wondering mind settled in the door where he invited himself in. It was late, and he regretted leaving Luke alone in the shop. The café seemed crowded, though not much. His eyes hovered around to see a full family came to eat desserts with their three children and the parents themselves.
He walked in to the café as he noticed another bulky familiar figure stood facing his back to him, talking to Luke in an undertone.
Luke noticed Ryan came back as he greeted with a bright smile, “You back, Ryan?”
Ryan nodded when the guy in front of him turned around to reveal his square face with his ash blonde pompadour. He beamed at the sight of him. “Yo, Ryan! Working good?”
“Yeah, Ash-Ashton.” He saw him here for the first time since he started working, never expecting him there. Both two of his bosses were friends, but how close they were,
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