At 9:30 in the evening, Tristan sat at yesterday's barbecue stall, drinking beer with Tate and the others.
Tate and the others drank too much yesterday, and Tristan was fine. It made everyone see how much Tristan could drink. Today, they just said that they would have a couple of drinks and didn't make Tristan drink anymore.
It was almost ten o'clock. Quercia took a taxi and came here. She drank a lot of red wine today, and her pretty face was flushed. Although she changed back into casual clothes, her black hair fell down when she took off her baseball cap. Her eyes were exquisite, and a blush appeared on her delicate face. Even the few women in the same seat were a little dumbfounded.
Tate's eyes were staring at Quercia's face without blinking.
"Tate, believe it or not, I'll gouge your eyes off if you look again!" A man beside Tate scolded with a smile, "If you are capable, you should find such a beautiful girlfriend yourself."