"Actually..." Ting Shuang lowered her eyes and looked at Bai Changyi's hand holding the newspaper, "You can be more excited. I will... be responsible for you."
Bai Changyi put down the newspaper, picked up the coffee, and said, "Is this Freesia's service?"
Ting Shuang's eyes followed Bai Changyi's hand to the coffee cup handle and said, "No, this is my...personal service."
Bai Changyi took a sip of coffee and said, "Personal service."
Intriguing.
Ting Shuang said, "...Yes."
After he finished speaking, he immediately buried his head and returned to the order counter.
Personal service…
Ting Shuang couldn't believe that he could say such a coquettish word.
Fortunately, a new guest came, and he was busy ordering and making coffee again, and he didn't have time to continue thinking about that nonsense.
During work, he would take a look at Bai Changyi when he was free.
Bai Changyi brought two books, and after reading the newspaper, he kept reading.
A folded newspaper, a dried coffee cup, a half-worn book are placed on the table in front of him, he leans back on the back of his chair and holds a book with a ginger cover in his left hand, his eyes behind the lens are down on the paper On, quiet, undisturbed, like dark sea water when there is no wind, no turbulent taste, like a person in a movie, you will know that he has many stories at a glance, but you will also know the stories he never shares with him. people bring it up.
He's past the age of rhetoric.
Ting Shuang found that Bai Changyi was sexier than he thought.
Sexy and impassive.
Occasionally, bold people approached to strike up a conversation, leaving a note with a phone number on it.
When Ting Shuang cleaned up the table for Bai Changyi and took away the coffee cup, he took away the few notes as garbage as if nothing had happened. After he finished collecting, he quietly went to see Bai Changyi, and when he saw that Bai Changyi had not yet discovered it, he couldn't help feeling relieved.
Bai Changyi was still reading the book, only the corners of his lips were barely visible.
By the time Ting Shuang finished changing her clothes after get off work, Bai Changyi's second book was almost finished.
Ting Shuang stood at the door of the employee's rest room for a while. Instead of going to Bai Changyi directly, she walked out of the cafe through another door farther away, and went to the flower shop next door to buy a bunch of freesias.
Hey, it's a date.
Shouldn't it be okay to buy a bouquet of flowers for your date
Ting Shuang took the bunch of freesias and walked outside the cafe, Bai Changyi leaned against the window and knocked on the window frame twice.
Bai Changyi raised his eyes and looked over.
Ting Shuang turned her face away, looked at the road, and said in the courier's tone, "...Cough, personal service."
Bai Changyi closed the book, hooked his lips and said, "Well, come out and experience it right away."