Sly's words stunned me, and I had to look at him to make sure Sly is the one with me and not an imposter.
"What?"
I swear, if I were one of those characters in comics and cartoons, my eyes would have had a leg of their own.
"Let's go."
With his hand still around my waist, he led me into the restaurant.
Unlike when we came here days ago, this place was full. All the tables were taken, and there was no room for another.
"There is no space for us here. Let's go." I turned to leave, but Sly stopped me.
"I reserved a table." He said, and at the same time, a female walked over to us.
She's dressed in a black straight gown that has a small slit on the right thigh. Though she's putting on an apron, you can see the slit on the thighs because the apron she was putting on, was small.
Her long red hair is tied up in a loose ponytail, enabling some of her hair to escape.
