Wilson has been waiting for his client for the past ten minutes. He looked through the window of the restaurant, yet nobody came.
After five minutes he saw a car halted in front of the restaurant.
Wilson saw the car but he could have the thought of the client having that car because it's quite expensive.
He was carried away by his chat with Sophia. He looked up and a tall, light-skinned figure appeared in front of him, her shade prevented him from seeing her eyeball.
He looked from her head to toe and could not but admire her beautiful outfit.
He thought if it is truly the same Cynthia that he left. Her outlook now was very decent and adoring unlike before that she did dress like a prostitute. He was still doubting if she was the Cynthia he knew or not.
"Hello, good day," She said with a sweet voice.
This jotted Wilson out of his mind.
"Hi, good day," he said.
