I followed Jian Jing's gaze and saw a man at the opposite table indeed, dressed in a blue suit, with a buzz cut, a square face, and deep-set facial features.
He was quite burly, and unlike other patrons here to dine, he just had a cup of coffee and was reading a newspaper.
In this day and age, not many people read newspapers, so him holding the paper seemed less about reading and more about concealing his actions.
Wenya also looked over,
"Ah, he looks somewhat familiar!"
At this point, I also recognized him.
So I called out to him, "Awu!"
Upon hearing his name, the man set down his newspaper and walked over to me, greeting me respectfully,
"Miss, do you have any instructions for me?"
I smiled at him,
"No instructions, I just saw you sitting alone over there. Why don't you come and join us for a meal? My friend is treating, so feel free to order anything you like."
Awu seemed a bit embarrassed,
"Is that really okay?"
