Camilla began to link between her sweating fingers on the table of a restaurant near the town park, and once in a while camilla looked at the clock on her wrist, already twenty minutes past lunch making camilla worry that pedro was coming, whether his invitation was just a joke.

Not to mention the waiter who had gone to her several times to ask her if she would order food or not and had forced camilla to order a drink.

Camilla still hoped that if she would come even though she would only listen to the man's rejection, she would at least feel relieved to return to her studies in...