"That's right, the color is very similar. You are good at choosing wine, unlike the man in front of me," Naya lowered the volume of her voice, but Abi could still hear it. "He wanted to deceive me by ordering syrup, but I wasn't fooled. There is no colorless wine. It is more like water with a fruity taste and a floral scent."
The waitress stifled a laugh, Naya was surprised. She gasped, could it be he was wrong? Inner Naya.
"I'm sorry I was being rude, I didn't mean to laugh." The waitress said.
"You can go," Abi said.
The waiter immediately withdrew. Naya was confused. He looked at Abi asking for an explanation.
"I heard that you studied overseas and lived there for a few years. Is that true?" asked Abi to make sure.
"Yes, why?"
