Leng Yiyao held the edge of the table with one hand and gently flipped through the catalog with the other. It's said to be a booklet, but it's actually just a few thin pieces of cardboard bound together, and it even looks a little shabby. However, fortunately, the photos above have unique shapes that make people want to click on each one and try them out.
There were no other customers in the cafe, and a foreign song was slowly playing. She couldn't make out the language, but it was just right in the dim atmosphere.
She was sitting by the window, and her fingertips suddenly settled on a photo: "Bring me a cup of this, with a snack by the way."
The man next to him gave a low response, but his eyes were still staring out the window. Leng Yiyao looked up and happened to see his faint smile that had not disappeared.
Although their eyes didn't meet, their first reaction was a biting coldness.
She was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and looked outside. There was no one there, but that didn't mean everything was peaceful.
"Wait five minutes." His calm voice came to my ears. He turned around and walked back to the bar without waiting for her to react.
Under the dim yellow light, Leng Yiyao only had time to look at his back. He is straight, tall, and upright, but he still wears a hat indoors, and the broken hair around his ears is covered under it, not showing anything. Her skin color is fair and her hands are extraordinarily slender. People notice her at first sight and can never look away.
She didn't expect that she would meet such an unexpected weirdo when she casually walked into a cafe to kill time.
Yes, he is indeed a weirdo with an indifferent expression.
"Are you the owner of the store?" Sitting alone was too boring. She held her chin in one hand and chatted with him idly, but her eyes were carefully observing without leaving any trace.
"Yeah. I'm the only one in the store." I don't know if there are usually few people in the store. He doesn't seem to have ready-made coffee powder. He took out a large spoonful of coffee beans from the jar and slowly ground them on the spot. Her fingertips moved back and forth between the silverware and the coffee machine. Her fingertips were so nimble that she could stop her gaze, as if they were moving smoothly.
"How can you be open 24 hours a day by yourself?" She remembered the big sign at the door and couldn't help but ask. This man is very interesting. He had not looked directly into her eyes since she came in. It was obvious that it was extremely rare for a woman to go out alone at this time in D City, and even though there were no pedestrians in the surrounding "clearance", he was indifferent. But the look he looked out the window just now was vicious and cruel, like a scimitar ready to drink blood at any time.
"There are not many customers in the store. I sleep when I have nothing to do." The aroma of coffee beans surrounds and rises in the air, slowly condensing. He took out the milk frother, poured the fresh milk in, and slowly began to prepare the milk froth latte art.
It was obviously a man, but as his hands were playing with it, soon, a blooming midnight rose stood on the dark liquid, floating like a dream.
Bone china utensils, silver spoons, and a portion of tiramisu were delivered to her in exactly five minutes, not even a second.
Leng Yiyao glanced down at her supper, then suddenly raised her head and smiled softly at him: "Has anyone ever said that your appearance is unforgettable?"
The wind chimes danced slightly at the window with the cold wind outside, bringing out waves of pleasant ringing sound.
He lowered his head, his silver eyes were calm, he looked at her with a slightly lowered eyebrow, and suddenly, he revealed a sneer...