Hazel turned Richard, and he suddenly felt some joy. He knew that Hazel was the kind of woman who would definitely agree to date him. She must have just been playing cat and mouse with him.
"I would like to invite you to have a French meal as a lunch date," Richard said with a sigh. "Have you eaten yet? Either way, it doesn't matter, I will let you taste foreign foods..."
"Then, Richard?" Hazel interrupted him calmly. "I am not going to promise to eat with you."
Richard's face suddenly became stiff, and his eyes were full of anger and incomprehension. "Why?! Isaac can invite you, so I should be able to as well. Am I worse than him?"
"You are not willing to admit failure?" Hazel looked at him indifferently. "Exactly, I am in a good mood. I have only said a few words to you, and I intend to go with Isaac because he would be taking me as his real friend."
Richard was even more upset, "I am also..."
