In the Black Blue Bistro.
Lacey looked at the man in front of her in a daze.
She wore a white shirt, a spotlessly clean suit, shiny hand-made leather shoes, and a straight hairstyle with soft hair.
However, his simple dressing set off his exceptionally clean, handsome, and bright temperament.
"Are you all right?" The man asked slowly. His voice was still familiar, clear and pleasant.
Lacey's hands were twisted uneasily, and her eyes were somewhat evasive.
"I'm... very good!"
After a while, her voice slowly sounded.
Her cell phone rang for the third time.
"Don't you need to pick it up?"
Lacey hurriedly picked up her phone. There was no name on it, only a string of numbers.
Then, she put her cell phone on the table in a muted tone.
Once again, she looked up at him.
This time, sh
