Preparing Japanese cuisine takes time, so seeing the large group, the owner had the staff pour them tea first.
Ghania Quinlan picked up her cup and took a sip with understated elegance.
The flavor was mediocre at best; she could tell it was cheap, low-quality tea the moment it touched her lips.
Having grown accustomed to the expensive leaves often costing thousands for a mere few grams at the Sullivan Family home, her palate had become discerning. She only took one sip before setting the cup down, not touching it again, looking down on the restaurant chosen by Class B, deeming it too low-class for her tastes.
However, she was always adept at concealing her thoughts, and even if she was dissatisfied with the place selected to celebrate her university admission, she didn't let it show.