Before Erwin Jackson sent her the address last night, Lyra Smith thought the place where he asked her to meet would be a coffee shop, or a restaurant, someplace suitable for discussion.
When she saw the address he sent, she was completely speechless.
Their meeting place was a racetrack.
As a result, when she went out, Lyra Smith had to give up her favorite skirt and put on a pair of jeans and a loose white silk shirt. She also tied her hair up into a bun. Her hair was thick and dense, and after tying it up, her forehead was covered with fine broken strands of hair.
Lyra had a membership card for this racetrack but didn't keep a horse. She usually only came with friends, as it was no fun coming alone.
"Lyra, over here."
Jenson Wright called her and waved at her.
Lyra looked over and walked toward him, "Mr. Wright, you're here too."
