After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1163

"YES! I mean—yes, please, I’m interested," he said, practically yelling. "Give me her num—I mean, we’ll send letters via Post Office!"

"Sure," Eloi said. "I’ll send a letter to introduce you."

"You’re awesome!" Baron said, suddenly returning to his usual bubbly self. "I’ll give you a good gift on your wedding day!"

The couple chuckled before excusing themselves, continuing with their date with their hands intertwined.

Squirming in his bar stool, Baron almost squealed. "YES! This is it."

Aborigine women were great choices, too! As for why he hadn’t done so already, it was because the surviving aborigine women in Alterra—which also had a small ratio compared to men, by the way—were already either taken, married, or had been influenced by the feminist movement in Alterra.

Many women of this world—if they weren’t connected to a man strong enough to protect her—had likely been victimized or abused in some form or another. He couldn’t blame them for not entering the dating pool, and he hadn’t tried pushing for them either.

Well, that changes today! He finally got a date!

"You don’t even know her." Angelo rolled his eyes but the cousins had fun anyway.

"Well, I will soon, right? VIVA POST OFFICE!" he yelled. The Post Office was really interesting. It was like a mix of the old school Snail mail (which his grandparents told them all about) and the modern communication devices. It was fascinating.

When they upgraded into a City in a couple of years, maybe he could send trinkets too!

Then again, how could he let the courtship last so long? If he liked her, he should go get her!

At this, he couldn’t help but look at his fake-single cousin. Angelo had his own budding love life. What’s he doing with them? "So did you and the silent girl already start dating?" _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

Angelo blushed and scratched his cheek. "No."

Now it was his turn on the hot seat. Should he just run?

Before he could do so, his shoulder was held back down, making Angelo want to bury himself into his own arms.

"Tell us. It’s been so long since you’ve been ambiguous with her," Baron said, sneering. "Still no movement? You’re being a bit slow right? At least I had the excuse of having no woman to make a move on."

"Well…"

His relationship with Toktok indeed entered an ambiguous stage—ambiguous to him, anyway. The girl was a little dense, and he couldn’t bear to be so straightforward. So they were in a standstill.

Jesse, adopted a less teasing stance. He patted Angelo’s head as if he was ten years older. "Don’t falter too much," he said. "Life here is too risky… we have longer lifespans, but that doesn’t mean our time to have fun is endless."

Angelo gave him a look. "Wow, you leave the nest and suddenly you’re wise, eh?"

"JUST DO IT CUZ!"

Angelo shook his head and just downed another bottle. Unlike Baron, their levels were higher so they didn’t appear drunk quite yet, and it’d take a bit more to do so.

Angelo didn’t want to deal with that for now anyway, so he let it be, just muting out his cousins’ nagging as he downed a few more glasses.

It was just that—luckily or unluckily—when they were heading home, they encountered her.

The bar they were in was near Southwest avenue, so they would pass by the plaza when they walked home to the farm villa areas.

There, they saw Toktok, alone, smiling over the stalls, just watching the fun in contentment.

She had always been like this, just happy with her own peace, even without other people.

It was why Angelo was so reluctant to pierce the paper wall between them: Toktok was perfectly fine on her own, what if she found him troublesome? She would likely just avoid him…

Angelo was in a daze, a little drunk, but mostly because he was staring at the girl.

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