I returned on the next day, and on the following days, taking his notes for me literally anywhere. Inside my bag, of course. He has very intricate writing. Small cursive, clean, and elegant writing. It puts my handwriting skills to shame. But I didn’t mind as I liked studying his notes while staring at every stroke of the letters. I was welcomed in the shop, and as expected, the table became mine officially. Sure, it was not indeed mine, but the shop had reserved it solely for me. There’s only one chair on it, for me, and no one could join me, and disturb me during my lectures. The shop’s ambiance was naturally peaceful anyway, so the noise and other distractions were not a problem unless it was the weekend and the customers were crowded.
“Thank you for this, Roxette. We’ll treat you nex
