Seeing Ghirardelli's coffee shop, the warm lights reflected the black sky, I felt like a little girl selling matches at the moment. The only difference was that I had a little luck and I still had some money in my pocket. So I went in and ordered a cup of sea salt hot cocoa. The next table was a family of four who came to eat ice cream, and it was a great time. Not long after, a black brother in bright purple clothes came. The black brother alone ordered a huge cup of Barfi, sat two tables away from me, and ate face to face with me. He ate more seriously than I did, eating a spoonful of a spoonful, undivided, attentive, occasionally looking at the rain outside, and then eating himself. And I, drinking cocoa, looked around, looked out the window. There was no itinerary, the rain was heavy, so I simply sat for a while. Black brother eats very happy, not lovelorn. I think why did he eat alone? I don't know why. Later, I think that I am similar to him, it seems to be a little more embarrassed. After drinking cocoa, black brother eats almost. I sat at the door downstairs for a while, and saw that my brother didn't even hit the umbrella, and looked up and walked into the rain. At that moment, I felt that I was a little less free and easy than my brother.