We were able to find a less crowded bubble tea store. She ordered a winter melon with 25% sugar and I ordered an Okinawa milk tea with 25% sugar. We walked a few meters to find a bench to sit in.

          “So… How did you end up finding that place?” I asked regarding the storage room.

          “I was responsible of bring some unused materials from Arts Club last summer. The lock of that room is defective. So, I used it to get away and stuff.” Her voice trailed off on the last part.

          “If you don’t mind me asking, who are you getting away from?”

          She sighed and hesitated to answer.

          “Was that your boyfriend who waited for you on the doorway of our literature class?” I interjected, hoping to get a few details on that man.

          She looked at me seemingly furious with red cheeks, “He is not my boyfriend.” Her brows furrowed. I could see the eyes glisten as if she was about to tear up.  I apologized for my assumption and told her my observation of the man. I felt a slight relief hearing the news.

          “Sorry… We