"Of course, this is just my opinion. Maybe you just didn't need it in the past. After all..."
The words that were still coming from the front broke the Cyberwalker's messy thoughts.
Without even thinking about the reason for his sudden thought, David saw a gentle smile on the other person's face, which had natural and intact skin due to the lack of modifications and implants:
"Among the rich themes of cyberpunk, pleasure and hatred are also a natural part, right?"
Looking at each other intently, David was silent for a few seconds, and then he smiled naturally.
"…Indeed."
Thinking about what the other person said, I rarely put on a straight face or suppress my emotions, except during the worst period.
"Welcome, what would you two like to order?"
"A cup of black coffee without milk or sugar."
Generally speaking, only young people who are trying to act handsome and cool will express such needs. The kind-hearted waiter may remind him, but as Omo is a familiar face in this store, the waiter will not hesitate at all. He nodded and turned to look at the surprised David: "Sir, what do you want?"
"Uh...just click on your sign."
David, who could choose soda and other drinks at the beverage shop, and it definitely wouldn't be coffee anyway, didn't notice that after he subconsciously said this, Omer opposite had a strange look on his face.
"Are you sure? Okay," "Wait, change it to lemon soda... No, just change it to hot cocoa."
"?" The clerk turned to look, and David looked at Omer and then at the clerk: "Just hot cocoa."
At least it's a familiar name, David thought.
As for the other party's small temporary change of words, David, who didn't like soda drinks at all, didn't think that the reason was on him. He only thought that the other party didn't like soda drinks either.
"OK."
The waiter, who seemed to have no objection to the customer's order and always maintained a business smile, took the order and walked away.
David also turned to look at Omer: "What's the sign of this store?"
Omer's intention to stop was so obvious, but David couldn't figure out what kind of scourge a coffee shop's signboard could be.
It can’t be iced American, right?
"The honey drink is a way to attract horse girls and attract other people to gather to increase business," Omo said helplessly, "After all, although this cafe is opened opposite the school, there are not many students who like to drink coffee. "
"So the honey drink is not suitable for people to drink?"
After staying in this city for a few days, he had seen a lot of different races, but he didn't know much about existences like horse racing girls.
It’s not so much that I’m not interested, but it’s that there is too much information and I don’t know where to start.
"I can't say it's not suitable, but the signature is that it's extra thick and extra thick with licorice... I don't recommend you to gamble on the compatibility."
If it was a familiar guy like Bize, Omo wouldn't bother to remind him.
But in a relationship like David's, which was neither familiar nor familiar, he was the most polite.
"Is that so..." It sounded like he had escaped. David subconsciously closed his unchanging yellow jacket. Looking at the lively crowd in the distance, he couldn't help but sigh again that this place is really different from the Night City. Same.
There will be no such relatives and friends in front of the examination room in Night City. At most, there will be a few high-end floating vehicles parked.
"So you're not here to see Bize?"
"……Um?"
When Leng Buding heard this, David didn't react immediately, but at this moment, the waiter pushing the trolley entered the conversation.
"Hello, your hot cocoa," "Ah, thank you."
"Your black coffee, please wait a moment." "Okay."
The sudden interruption gave David some time to collect his thoughts. After the waiter left, he held the hot cocoa and looked at Omo, who had been looking sideways at the crowd in the examination room.
"...Yes, I came here to thank you,"
"I see." Omo nodded clearly.
"I thought you would be surprised."
So it was David who was surprised.
Looking at Omer who turned back to meet his eyes, looking at his calm expression showing no surprise, David felt that the hallucinatory feeling from before came back to his heart.
He felt like he was about to capture the source of that sense of similarity.
"I made a bold guess," Omer smiled, "I still remember that I gave you my contact information, but you didn't call, but you came here and invited me to chat."
"So I first guessed that you came to see Bize, but there was no need to call me because you were clearly not used to talking to me before, right?"
"But if you are here to see me, then it is probably something formal enough to warrant a face-to-face ceremony. This is my guess. It's easy to understand, isn't it? Simple enough."
Seeing him being so frank, David was speechless and smiled bitterly.
"Aren't you afraid of guessing wrong?"
"If you guess wrong, remember to tell me what's wrong and try to be more accurate next time," Omer shrugged. "I have an elder who always told me that mistakes are not problems, mistakes can find problems."
"He also wanted me to try to guess more about other people's identities and behaviors when observing them, just like training a detective."
"It doesn't matter if you guess wrong, what's important is to correct the mistake and complete the accumulation... This may be one of the few decent words he said."
When recounting what the man said, a warm smile appeared on Omer's face. It was after seeing this smile that David realized that the other person's previous smiles were just out of polite restraint. .
But he was so good at pretending that David couldn't see the problem with those smiles until he saw his real smile.
That's it... So that's it... David finally figured out the similarities between the two people.
Precision, rationality, and that subtle alienation are very dangerous traits, but they cannot be said to be destined to be enemies.
After all, Faraday's appearance has been condensed, and he is still a young man of similar age to himself.
Despite his unexpected maturity, he was still rushing for school exams. He was also surprisingly tolerant of Bize and was responsible enough to leave his contact information.
Maybe... I can try to be friends with him, influence his development, and prevent him from going as far as Faraday...
David watched him think silently. To be honest, it was quite impolite to stare at someone without speaking. It could even be said to be torture-like treatment, but Omer didn't seem to feel any discomfort.
"Hello, your black coffee." "Ah okay, thank you."
He could even accept the coffee with a normal expression, so natural that the waiter didn't notice the strange atmosphere here.
"Omer."
Facing the young man who was gently blowing on the surface of the coffee and taking a sip, David asked solemnly and seriously:
"Can you be my friend?"
"I thought we were already together." The young man's face still showed no surprise at all, as if this development was completely consistent with his guess.
"I'm talking about being like Bize..."
When he said these words, he froze on the spot, suddenly realizing that he was as reckless as the boy when his relatives were still there, and the reaction of the other person who slowly put down the coffee cup and immediately laughed out loud was even more shocking. He was ashamed and embarrassed.
"Haha——" I tried to suppress it at first, but the corners of my mouth still grinned wantonly, "Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha!"
"..." David was a little angry, but he couldn't say anything. When he thought about what he just said, he felt that the prosthetic body was a little warmer, although it was not as good as the first night he spent with Lucy.
"I'm sorry, ha, I'm sorry, I just didn't expect it." He was almost out of breath from laughing. Faced with the gaze of countless people that he had tried to avoid in the past, Omer raised his hand as a gesture of comfort, "I just didn't expect it. I didn’t expect that your image of David would be so different from the model in my mind.”
"Modeling?" David was somewhat concerned about the meaning of this model.
"That's not important. If you are really curious, I can tell you later. Anyway, maybe I should congratulate you for returning to the look you miss the most, right?"
"you..."
David was stunned.
"You're a lot younger, aren't you? This is exactly what I expected. I admit that the success rate of my guess is not ideal, but it has been such a big deviation for a long time."
Omer gradually calmed down his breathing, and even the flushed face from laughter began to disappear, and then he smiled and suggested to the confused David:
"Have you ever thought about starting from scratch?"
David still looked at him blankly.
And he picked up the coffee cup again and took a sip.
"In this new world, the state you miss the most may not be ideal, but it can be made more ideal."
"I..." David's mother Gloria's face flashed in his mind.
"There's no need to make a rush decision. You can take a sip of hot cocoa to calm down. The warm sweetness will help stabilize your body and mind."
"..." David, who followed the instructions with a complicated expression and took a sip of hot cocoa, said with some dissatisfaction, "You haven't answered my previous question yet."
"It's the same sentence." Omer said with a smile.
"I thought we already were."
