That evening in Uptown Silvertown, the Dewdrop Tavern.
Aiden looked around as he entered the tavern. The dim lighting made it difficult to see the seats further away, so he had to search from table to table. The place was mostly filled with small tables for two, often occupied by couples whispering intimately in each other's ears. Aiden noticed that some of the couples had a significant age difference, resembling extramarital affairs, and some were even same-sex couples. Each small table was adorned with different decorative items.
After searching for half a minute, Aiden finally spotted a small table with a bottle of water and a rose on it, where an unfamiliar woman he had never seen before was sitting.
Aiden walked straight over and asked tentatively, "Miss Deborah?"
"Mr. Aiden?" The woman lifted her face to scrutinize him closely, her eyes widening slightly, "You actually chose a woman's appearance?"
