(the sound of noise in cafe)

In 1995, one autumn day, sitting face to face and having a cup of coffee at a cafe, we were talking about where to go next. “Where should we go? where do you want to go?” “ Well, what do you want to do?” Like this, we continued carrying on a dull conversation. ‘Did he actually want to go out with me?’ If I think back, I often had conversations like this with him. So I can't even remember where exactly we went that day.