In a somewhat secluded street stood a restaurant that seemed inconspicuous.
It was still early, and the restaurant had just opened for the day. However, since they served breakfast, there were already some customers present.
Flossie Wright's attire was quite ordinary, but any clothing that adorned her never looked regular. Even a military uniform exuded a king-like aura when worn by her, let alone a denim outfit. As a result, as soon as she entered, she attracted numerous glances. Many astonished and curious eyes took a second look after the first, irresistibly drawn in, and even felt an urge to take off her sunglasses to get a closer look at her face.
There were few customers in the restaurant. In a relatively secluded corner, two men sitting there also turned their attention to Flossie who just walked in.
