[ the place looks as if it cannot decide if it wants to be a nightclub or a cafe but sola thinks it adds to the charm of the place. the walls are lined with neon but none of it feels cold or unwelcoming. she holds tight to his arm as they step further into the space and lifts her chin to peer over the taken tables in search of an empty booth. ]
Just a simple green tea, please. I'll get us a table over there.
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Just a simple green tea, please. I'll get us a table over there.