I’m in a cafe, reading comics.
A young guy – he’s half-lying on a leather sofa – looks at me strangely over his book.
I can’t decide if he thinks I’m an angel or a demon.
I only know what I think…
I’m in a cafe, reading comics.
A young guy – he’s half-lying on a leather sofa – looks at me strangely over his book.
I can’t decide if he thinks I’m an angel or a demon.
I only know what I think…
