"Do you mind if I sit here?" Yang Chen approached slowly, not disturbing Mo Qianni who was pouring her own drink.
Mo Qianni, upon hearing the familiar voice, gently raised her head. She had probably been drinking for a while, and her beautiful face displayed a drunken blush, making her look exceptionally alluring.
"Why is it you?" Her words carried a hint of disbelief, but unexpected surprise shone through.
Yang Chen sat down leisurely, peeled apart a pair of disposable chopsticks, and ate a piece of spiced beef. Meanwhile, he said, "I was just out for a drive, and somehow ended up here. I got hungry, remembered this street food stall, and it turns out you're here too."
Mo Qianni noticed that Yang Chen wasn't lying.
We are both here," Mo Qianni replied as she poured herself another glass of white wine and took a small sip.
