The woman gracefully walked up to Bartlett, sat down close to him, and shared the same bench.
The bench seat and tablecloth were both made of exquisite purple velvet, which matched the color of the woman's long dress. Bartlett didn't know if this was intentional or just a coincidence.
The woman didn't speak but gazed quietly at Bartlett. Her eyes were gentle, calm, and full of affection, and her green irises were filled with tender love, reflecting Bartlett's silhouette.
Her waterfall-like black hair covered her chest, revealing her beautiful collarbone faintly. The dim candlelight couldn't hide her charming face, and her smile revealed a small canine tooth that Bartlett found most enchanting.
Indeed, deep down, Bartlett had a complete fascination with canine teeth, which nobody knew.
"...Hello," Bartlett chose the most mundane greeting, as he really didn't know what to say.
