Natalie pov.

In Salt Lake, alone this way to the supermarket, I did not know why that I could feel some people on the road look at me strangely, but their glance did not look malicious, with more sense of curiosity. Maybe I dressed in a poor taste, from which I could tell John's understand of beauty is really around the average level. I looked at my outfit helplessly and made up my mind that I would buy a nicer suit later.

When I passed a cafe, I suddenly had an idea. Why didn't I get something to eat here now? So I went into the cafe. There were a...