The handsome boy said, "I always eat hotpot alone."
"Eh? Why? Do you like to eat hotpot that much?" Mu Xiaoxiao was curious.
The handsome boy ruminated, an indescribable emotion in his eyes. He turned to look at her as he smiled and said, "Probably because I'm waiting for someone to accompany me for a meal."
Mu Xiaoxiao was sensitive enough to hear the loneliness in his voice.
She could not help but look at him. He was looking forward and seemed to be driving attentively, his expression serene.
Could she have misheard?
She asked, "Do you have any… colleagues that you're closer to whom you can ask to eat out? It's more fun to eat hotpot with a lot of people."
She thought eating hotpot alone seemed to be a pretty lonely thing to do.
It was her first time doing it as well.
He replied, "No, I'm not close to them."
"Not close to them? Are you new to the job?" Mu Xiaoxiao thought that this could be the only reason.