Chapter One Hundred Seventy Four

Andrew is finishing his latest writing at a coffee shop near his studio. With a plate of bun bread and a glass of iced Americano, he looks so focused.

The situation of the coffee shop being so crowded was not a problem for him anymore. Especially with a headset attached to his ear.

He had been at the café since an hour ago and he had almost finished ten pages of the draft he was working on. It was an achievement for him.

After re-checking all the writing, he smiled and saved the draft document. Finally, he could drink an iced Americano that had almost completely melted away.

After saving the draft of the document, he turned off his laptop. Along with the ringing of his cell phone. He received the call with the headset still plugged in.

"Hello."

"Where are you? Are you still at the café?”

David's voice was heard on the other end of the phone. He mumbled softly as he put the laptop into his backpack.