"Heard you got dumped by Taylor, haha, you must be feeling terrible, right?"
On Hollywood Boulevard, inside an Italian-owned white wine tasting bar, there weren't many customers during the day, except for Link and the elderly director Woody Allen seated in the corner booth. There were only a handful of other patrons scattered around the other booths.
Because the place wasn't cheap, those who came here for leisure were all wealthy. The patrons were dressed fashionably, spoke elegantly, and kept their voices low not to disturb others around them.
Link put down the drink menu and glanced at the man across from him—thin-cheeked, wearing thick-framed glasses, with a scholarly look about him.
Normally, someone like that would speak elegantly, but as he mentioned the news of his being dumped, a happy smile appeared on his face, and his wrinkled lips curled up as if he were talking about something joyful.
