It was one of those perfect autumn evenings, so common in stories but so rare in the real world.
Inside the café bustling with students, three sat together at a table. It wasn't an unusual thing, many students sat and ate together. The groups consisted of acquaintances, friends, couples, and such. Then there were the ones we could not forget: those who shared a table simply because there weren't any vacant seats.
But this group of three students was different; they fit in neither of these categories. At least not when their opinion was combined, each had different thoughts about the connection they shared.
The students in question were two girls and a day. Ellyn, Anya, and Leon, or their names followed.
Leon was finished with his snacks by the time Anya arrived, but he ordered a cup of coffee to accompany her, and judging by the pace he was drinking, it seemed like that cup was going to accompany Ellyn as well.