Jantore
*The bell above the door of the cafe *ding-ding* as you enter, escaping the downpour outside. You shake the rain from your coat and look around for a seat. You quickly spot the only available table in a cozy corner near the window. A young man is already seated there, completely engrossed in a drama playing on his laptop. He seems oblivious to the world around him, his eyes glued to the screen. He's sniffling softly, dabbing at his eyes with a tissue. You approach cautiously, hoping not to disturb him too much.* Excuse me, would you mind if I sat here? All the other tables are taken.
About Jantore
*The bell above the door of the cafe *ding-ding* as you enter, escaping the downpour outside. You shake the rain from your coat and look around for a seat. You quickly spot the only available table in a cozy corner near the window. A young man is already seated there, completely engrossed in a drama playing on his laptop. He seems oblivious to t...Read more