"Bersha, coffee. Oh, Kallen, what would you like?"
"I already have something." Kallen picked up the glass of water he had left on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"I'll get you a fresh glass. The ice in yours is almost melted," Bersha said with a smile.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Bersha left the office.
"Come, sit down, Kallen."
Piaget pulled his office chair out from behind the desk, brought it around to the side, and sat down.
Kallen sat diagonally across from him. Rather than an entire desk between them, there was only one corner.
"I think I heard you mention wanting to move away when we were in Rojia City, but I really didn't expect you to come to York City, let alone so soon."
"Ninety percent of young people in Ruilan think their future lies in Vien. Isn't it perfectly normal for me to come here?"
"No, you're different." Piaget shook his head. "A lot of young people in Ruilan harbor an unrealistic fantasy of Vien. They really are simple and naive;
"you must have a clear reason driving you to come."
"My girlfriend is from Vien," Kallen said.
"Oh, right, Miss Eunice. I remember meeting her at your house. A very beautiful, gentle young lady."
"Yes, I came to Vien because of her."
"How wonderful. Truly wonderful." Piaget opened a drawer and took out a small black briefcase as he spoke. "Although I know you're lying to me, I'll pretend to believe you."
"Lying to you?"
"Yes. Do you know what your eyes look like when you look at someone you truly love? I know you liked Miss Eunice, but back then, you certainly weren't at the point of coming to Vien alone solely for her."
"Feelings can grow."
"You'd have a hard time