"What are we doing here?" Shi Ailin questioned as they stepped out of the car.
Luo Wanting, dressed in a crisp black suit with a black shirt, propped with a crimson tie, stepped to her side, locking arms with her, and he kept quiet.
Shi Ailin managed to do what she could with her appearance by tousling her curls with some mousse, applying some lipgloss, and using a sample-sized tube of mascara from her essential pack.
They wordlessly walked inside the almost deserted restaurant, and Shi Ailin noticed that some guests were eating alone by a few tables as if they were keeping a distance from each other. She suddenly felt overdressed, but none of the customers snapped their heads towards their direction, as if they didn't mind or didn't care at all.
Luo Wanting guided her to the bar, and there was a bartender who wiped down some glasses dry with a rag.
"What will it be?" The man said to them, his eyes not meeting theirs.
