I can hear my pants and the constant beating of my heart. A girl looks up at me. She is the only girl who is in the web cafe, with hazel hair let loose and spectacles pushed up.

"Olivia!" My voice is but a mere whisper. Olivia does a double-take. She sags back against her chair in defeat. Olivia, in a haste, closes all windows on the computer. She walks over to me. This is our new procedure.

"You skipped school," is what I say. Olivia lowers her head. This is her silent gesture of admittance.

"Sorry," she whispers.

"Again."

"I know. I won't repeat my mistake."

I give out a satisfied sigh. I tell Olivia to go home.

The cafe owner smiles at me. It is an overdue greeting that I must return. Walking over, I say-

"I want the search history of that computer."