A week after the upheaval, Yugh finally ventured outside, hoping the walk would clear his mind. As he wandered aimlessly, a familiar figure walking ahead caught his eye. He recognized him, it was Hasan. Anisa had once shown him a photo. Hasan wasn't alone; he was with a group of friends, laughing and talking boisterously. đ§
Driven by a sudden, inexplicable instinct, Yugh found himself following them at a distance. The group ducked into a trendy cafĂŠ, and Yugh, after a moment's hesitation, entered behind them. He chose an empty table just behind the one where Hasan's group settled. Fortunately, Hasan was facing away, completely unaware of his presence.
Yugh watched as Hasan and his friends ordered; not coffee, but several bottles of expensive liquor, which arrived promptly. He ordered a simple snack for himself, becoming an unobtrusive observer. đž
Soon, the atmosphere at their table grew raucous. The clinking of glasses was accompanied by loud cheers and laughter as they drank deeply. Yugh remained at his table, his posture casual but his senses sharp, his eyes and ears intently focused on the revelry unfolding just meters away, a stark contrast to the somber weight he carried. He was no longer just a man on a walk; he had become a silent witness, gathering pieces of a puzzle he didn't yet fully understand. đĽ