"You know what, Brother Sheva…" Nayaka let out a long sigh as he stared at the burger in his hand as if it had just murdered his family. "I think it is so unfair to have you in this tournament."
Sheva just snorted silently, ignoring the childish whining from his student.
Unlike the girls, who chose an aesthetic place with a quiet and comfortable environment for their lunch place, the boy picked the favorite among teenagers, a fast-food chain restaurant famous for its burgers. The greasy smell of the food, combined with the sweaty and noisy surroundings from lunchtime, was so Jakarta, something that the boy from a city far outside wanted to experience firsthand.
Sheva didn't quite understand, but who was he to say otherwise here?
