"I'm going to pass out."
"Don't pass out."
"I feel faint. My vision is blurry."
"I'm begging you to please not pass out."
"But look at him. Look."
Almost in unison, the three girls squatting by the wall turned to observe the faux mini cafe set up inside the building.
Sitting at small round tables, groups of girls chatted with each other while eating their meal boxes as several handsome boys, acting as waiters, took their simple orders, cleaned the seating, delivered the ordered items, or signed the offered goods.
At one table, a loud boy with a British accent was making people laugh.
On another table, a tall boy with slicked-back blonde hair and a posh vibe was speaking to a table with a regal smile.
And as they watched, an exceptionally handsome, slender young man with curly back hair pinned away from his face with golden X hair clips was walking through the aisle between small round tables holding a tray piled high with colorful food boxes with one hand.
