The next morning, in the outskirts of Silvertown, within a village, the owner of a private restaurant who sported a handlebar mustache was cleaning the outdoor tables. He set up and opened a large parasol, then lifted his head to look at the blue sky dotted with a few thin clouds.
The weather is pretty good, but it's still going to be very hot at noon, and it will be a few months before it starts to cool down. He thought aimlessly.
Since there was still time before the midday rush, he cleaned in a rather lax manner. When he came to his senses, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind, "…Boss? Don't ignore me."
"Huh?"
He turned around in surprise and saw that a young lady had already taken a seat at a round table behind him, waving at him, "Could I have a menu, please?"
When did this person sit down?
The owner couldn't help but feel surprised, but he quickly responded, "Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, I was just thinking about something…"
