Chapter 117. Epilogue: Alfred and Terence pt. 2

I knew his work schedule at the coffee shop and after that I always tried to find an excuse to go there whenever he worked. 

Like this afternoon. 

“Uh, Alfred, why do we have to do it there?” asked Jeno, my classmate who is now also my group mate in the neurology course. 

“Because the atmosphere there is pleasant, the coffee is good, and the cakes are also varied,” I answered quickly. 

“Of course,” said Shetty, my other friend. “The price is more expensive than other cafes. For students like me, a cup of coffee and a plate of cakes there, cost the same as my three meals a day.” 

“You’re right, Shetty,” said Jeno gloomily. “I’m even two days late paying for my place.” 

Among the four of us, me, John, Jeno and Shetty, the last two are indeed