My girlfriend?
I looked at Amber and nodded while holding back a smile.
"Yeah. She is my girlfriend."
"Are you still making crepes tonight? I hoped you could make two for us."
"Crepes? Yeah! You're in luck tonight, kid, we should have just enough to make you two crepes."
The store owner smiled cheerfully and gestured for us to sit down while he handled the ingredients.
There was not much space inside the store, and it covered only a few hundred square feet.
Besides the stove and table used for making the crepes, there were just two other tables meant for the customers to use.
I sat down at one of the tables in front and turned back to see Amber still standing where she was before.
"What's wrong?" I followed her line of sight and discovered that she was looking at the oil stains on
