"Hello, lovely ladies. What can I get for you?" "Can I have a Sweet Pepper Panzanella, please? Oh, and I’d like a lemon fruity juice with less ice," Rida said when the waitress asked for our orders. "Alright, and how about you, ma’am?" "Oh, uhm… Can I have two pieces of focaccia and an orange juice, please?" "Alright, coming right up." The waitress immediately left after taking our orders. Rida and I had met up here in a small snack bar. I couldn’t afford to go to any other restaurant or café to meet her because of my tight budget. Killan had just dropped me off a few meters away from here. He said he’d call me tonight, too. I was already looking forward to that. Tomorrow, we’d be back at school, and I had some explaining to do to my groupmates. I really didn’t communicate properl