"You're welcome, I hope you have a good time while you're here." She pursed her lips in a proud but humble smile, politely signaling them to enter. Her eyes met Caroline's, making precise, direct eye contact. She exchanged a pale but friendly smile, and the waitress held her breath with sparkling eyes.
"You too"
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//Inside//
//On the other side of the background//
Where everything was practical and silent.
The body of a young man in the prime of his life, no more than 27 years old, sat on a chair at an unmarked table, contemplating.
Those light eyes, whose brilliance rivaled the moon's and whose depth of attraction rivaled the eyes of a blind owl.
Those thick, sleek hair, styled elegantly with great care, had a deep, sweeping halo.
Those long, thick eyelashes fluttered constantly upwards in intense, absent-minded concentration.