Bishop Manor, the atmosphere in the restaurant is as bad as yesterday's dinner, with silent parents and Jackson with no appetite.
Jackson wasn't sure whether his behavior this morning pleased his mother.
The content of the morning meeting was the Bishop Group's shareholder meeting. He couldn't understand most of the content, but there was one sentence that he understood enough, that is, her mother, Mrs. Bishop, would look at the other party when she was questioned, like this Answered, "Then I will go back and discuss it with my dear husband, and I can give you an answer in the afternoon."
Looking at the atmosphere at the table in front of him, Jackson didn't think his parents would discuss anything.
Jackson didn't quite understand the reason why he was asked to attend the meeting. Throughout the whole process, he just sat in the background like a painting, showing off his graduation gift-tie, that's all. His so-called performance was just showing that he was listening carefully.
In fact, his mind was not on the meeting, which was mostly incomprehensible. He was thinking about a certain girl.
Just like now, when the atmosphere at the dinner table was so depressing that it made Jackson, a half-grown boy, uncomfortable, his brain began to run into a happy place, and he began to think about this girl.
'The videotape was the first date initiated by Elena, so for the second time, as a man, he must take the initiative. It can't be the same as everyone else, it's the cliché, boring amusement park, movie theater, ice cream... I am Jackson Bishop. The dates I initiate should be different from others and should be unforgettable for Elena. '
The footsteps of the maid sounded in the silent restaurant. The maid standing on the side of the dining table lowered her head slightly, apologized to the two hosts (Mr. and Mrs. Bishop) for the sudden interruption, and then looked at Jackson, "Master Jackson. I have you. phone number."
Mrs. Bishop frowned. "Who would call during lunch? No manners."
The maid nodded again and responded to Madam's question, "She said her name is Elena, and she belongs to Master Jackson..."
"Friend." Jackson came out of his thoughts. He answered the question quickly, "She is my friend. We have an agreement that she will copy a graduation video to me as a souvenir." Jackson looked at his mother and put down the tableware in his hand. As soon as her mother agrees, she will stand up and leave.
Mrs. Bishop looked at her son, was silent for a while, expressionless, and nodded. "It's a very thoughtful gesture. She seems to be a nice girl. I made the decision. Go answer the phone."
Jackson nodded in thanks, stood up, and motioned to the maid to leave the table. But the voice of standing up sounded again, the main seat on the dining table was pushed away by the body, and the cutlery and napkins were thrown impatiently on the table, Jackson's father. Bishop, the nominal owner, used the same excuse as yesterday - to visit his grandparents. Left the table early.
Not even wanting to find his own reasons, Jackson didn't want to make any more comments, didn't want to take another look, walked around the table and followed the maid out of the restaurant.
"Will she come over to deliver the videotape?" Mrs. Bishop didn't seem to have any reaction to her husband's departure, and she didn't even look at the person who was leaving. Instead, he asked Jackson.
Jackson was stunned. The location of this first solo date had not yet been decided, and he didn't know how to answer.
Mrs. Bishop smiled, a smile that seemed stiff from not using this expression for a long time. If you don't look closely, you won't be able to spot the slightly curved corners of the mouth, "Your friend is welcome to come over at home, you can let her come here."
It didn't take long for Jackson to react. In order not to make the atmosphere more awkward, Jackson nodded, "I will invite you."
Mrs. Bishop nodded and said no more.
The telephones in the restaurant, the partitioned corridors, the main hall, and the front hall are so-called external telephones, which are recorded in the telephone directory of public resources, and are generally public telephone numbers for external calls or registration information. The first person to answer the call is always the servant or housekeeper. After screening, it will be decided whether it is worth the Bishop's time to answer the call.
Jackson picked up the phone, "Elena."
"Oh, the wait is long enough!" A girl's voice came from the receiver, "How big is your family!"
Jackson smiled, "We are at lunch." Jackson's voice became softer, "We usually don't answer the phone while eating."
"Oh, is this the 'tradition' of 'people like you' again?" He asked with a smile, without any malice.
Jackson smiled, it was self-deprecating, "It seems so."
Some words, even if they are not malicious, are traps in themselves. The two little guys realized at the same time that no one wants to be called 'people like you' by others.
There was a little silence, and the people on both sides of the receiver seemed to have no idea how to proceed with the topic.
Jackson pursed his lips and said, "Has the video tape been copied?" He is a boy, so he should be the one to relieve the embarrassment.
The girl on the other side of the receiver was reminded, and her tone was a little strange, "Sorry, something happened... Well, a little accident, not yet, but it should be sorted out in the afternoon. I was worried that you would be anxious, so I called first. I’ll call you and let you know.”
"Oh." Jackson responded, thinking about how to bring up the topic of the first date place.
"Well..." Elena on the receiver spoke in a long voice, "I was wondering, well, do you have time in the afternoon?"
Regardless of the location, "I have time." Let's confirm this first.
"I think maybe we can meet at school." The voice on the receiver was obviously a little nervous. She seemed to want to make the proposal sound more reasonable, and said with a slightly trembling voice, "After all, this is a graduation anniversary? We You can take one last look at the former campus..."
It's already holiday, no one else at school will disturb you. Jackson thought this was a very good place, but he was also troubled that such a good place had been snatched up, and the choice for the second date was a little more difficult.
"Very good." Putting aside his minor worries for the time being, Jackson agreed with a smile, "Whenever, I can have someone prepare something in advance." Jackson was already planning, "I should be able to borrow the key to the auditorium. , showing yesterday’s video…”
"Will you take a follower with you?" When Jackson had begun to fully imagine the entire trip, a little question appeared in the receiver.
Jackson shut up and frowned. In front of his eyes was his follower who was a driver, security guard, servant... all mixed up. He shook his head, "There is only one place where no follower will follow me, my home." .”
It's not that he didn't think of letting Blake, an adult of his generation, serve as a cover, but that Jackson already knew Blake's current life situation and he couldn't trouble him anymore.
The girl on the receiver was silent for a while, and Jackson smiled again, "Come to my house, we can use my room as a classroom, the atrium as a playground, and the main hall as an auditorium. You will find that my home is no different from school... "
"Hehehe..." Laughter came from the receiver, "Liar! I don't believe your home is that big~"
"Then after you come and see it, you can refute me." (..)