Chapter 66 Festival\'s aftermath.

Rosalyn stood isolated looking at the people chugging drink after drink losing their senses. She was never this carefree. Fun is not worth getting lung cancer over. There is a tingling in her head. "Oh, I forgot my coffee." Iris came so abruptly to her house that she did not get a chance to make her coffee.

She went to a stall to buy coffee. Some boys who are probably younger than her came up to her. The curly boy said. "Can I buy you a coffee?" if Rosalyn's head was not filled with worry she would have enjoyed this interaction.

"No thanks. I can buy it myself." She turned them down and focused her attention back on the barista.

"I insist."

"Find a girl your age I am at least a decade older than you." The curly hair's cheeks reddened and he left abruptly.