The Wolf is Coming Ch. 27
In the afternoon, the scorching sun was about to subside, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.
In a café in Hampstead, Emma sat alone in a prominent position along the street, holding her chin with one hand, looking at the pedestrians coming and going outside the window from time to time, and holding a small spoon in the other hand, gently stirring the coffee in front of her. She was waiting for someone, waiting for Hermione's Muggle friend named Pera Brooke.
When Emma first received Pera's call that day, she actually didn't want to go to this appointment. Apart from the fact that she didn't know Pera Brooke at all, she had no idea what they could talk about when they met. But the little girl said seriously on the other end of the phone that they hadn't gone shopping, chatting and drinking coffee together for a whole semester. If they didn't meet again, their friendship would become precarious.
What little secrets could two fifteen-year-old girls talk about? It's nothing more than I secretly saved money to watch this singer's concert, and you secretly like the boy in the next class. She thought.
With the obsession of playing the most perfect Hermione, Emma finally agreed.
Just as she was thinking, a baby-faced girl with short blond hair trotted in front of Emma. She was wearing a knee-length dress with a white background and red cherry prints, a bag with an exaggerated bow shape slung across her body, and a pair of wedge-heeled lace-up sandals on her feet. She was obviously dressed up carefully.
"Hi, Hermione, am I not late?" The baby-faced girl wiped her sweat and sat down opposite Emma, then waved to the waiter, "A glass of iced lemonade, thank you."
It seemed that this was Pera.
Emma looked down at her watch and raised her eyebrows, "It's just one minute past the three o'clock we agreed to meet. You're barely on time."
"That's good. I was worried all the way that I would be scolded by Hermione for being late." Pera took the iced lemon juice brought by the waiter, took a big sip, and then waved at Emma mysteriously, motioning her to lean over, "Hey, hey, I want to tell you something."
Emma nodded, leaning over the table with her upper body.
"Remember Kevin? I told you about him before." Pera said, and seeing Emma's confused face, she added, "It's the tall, handsome boy who plays basketball very well."
"Oh, him..." Emma replied vaguely.
"He confessed to me, it happened yesterday." Pera looked a little shy, her face flushed.
"That's great. Should I congratulate you on your dream coming true?" Emma saw at a glance that Pera was in love with Kevin.
Pera's face turned even redder.
She hesitated for a long time before asking, "Can you go somewhere with me later?"
Emma looked puzzled.
"Uh... it's like this..."
Pera stammered and told Emma what happened. To sum it up briefly, Kevin suddenly wrote a love letter to Pera and asked her to meet at the bar this afternoon.
Emma frowned immediately after hearing this. Writing a love letter was a normal way of courtship, but asking a girl to go to a bar makes people have to doubt Kevin's purpose.
"Pera, are you sure he is sincere?"
Pera's mood became depressed. She hung her head and said "I don't know" after a long time. But soon, she raised her head again, "If he is sincere, I will be very happy. If not, then I will give up. Hermione, will you accompany me?"
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Under Pera's soft and hard persuasion, Emma finally accompanied her to the bar called Blues.
It was not yet four o'clock, and the bar was very quiet. In addition to Emma and Pera, there were only a few customers drinking. The bartender behind the bar was wiping the highball glass carelessly, and the bartenders who had almost nothing to do simply gathered together to chat.
Emma breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down with Pera in an empty seat, waiting for Kevin to come.
As time passed, Pera's hopes were dashed bit by bit. They waited from the bright sunshine outside the window to the setting sun, from the bar being empty to the bustling music, but the boy named Kevin never came.
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