The guy threw the book on the table, next to the laptop of some student. "My fault," the guy said indifferently, rubbing his palms. His antiseptic smelled pretty cloying, and the guy himself was barely interested in anything.

Ju pushed back his chair, and then, with a sigh, sat down at the table, unlocking the phone. His smartwatch lit up, indicating a notification. "I'll answer you later," he whispered to himself, taking the gum out of his pocket.