A few days later, in the afternoon.
In a café near Saint Byron Academy.
Felisiano was stirring a cup of hot cocoa, bored out of his mind. He occasionally looked up towards the door, but always withdrew his gaze in disappointment.
He touched the spot on his face where the medicated patch was and smiled bitterly, muttering:
"Hope Raphael won't laugh at me later..."
"Hahaha!"
Laughter immediately reached Felisiano's ears.
He turned his head in astonishment, only to see a handsome young man with long curly brown hair, bending over in a eavesdropping posture, with a wanton smile on his face.
"Raphael, you bastard!"
Felisiano blushed and cursed lightly, punching his friend Raphael's arm forcefully.
"Long time no see, my dear friend."
Raphael, dressed in a snug high-collar aristocratic outfit, embraced Felisiano warmly before sitting down opposite him.
