The dark golden revolving glass door swung open, and the girl with the beige handbag entered the restaurant. She had chestnut-gold, slightly curly long hair and wore a soft and smooth goose-yellow dress that gave her a floaty feel.
"Blanchi, over here~~" A classmate stood up nearby, calling the girl over.
"I'm coming." Blanchi answered cheerily and then walked briskly over. On the way, she accidentally bumped into a waiter.
"Sorry, sorry."
She bent over anxiously to apologize. The waiter turned his head, glanced at her continuously bowing figure and caught sight of the quite cheap handbag, a flicker of disdain flashing in his eyes. However, he didn't say much and just hummed in acknowledgment before walking away.
Blanchi sat down next to her classmate, putting her bag on the table. Seeing that everyone else had drinks in front of them, she quickly put the bag back down and hung it on the chair behind her.
