At the sight of Bi Bi, the bartender's eyes lit up. His first thought was: She's so pretty.
Then came his second thought: Since she was so pretty, she probably was not very smart. Maybe he could get her to buy a beer or two.
With that in mind, the bartender warmly greeted her. "Hello, pretty miss. What can I do for you?"
Bi Bi glanced at the bartender and walked up to the counter without any wariness. Looking directly at him, she said, "I'm looking for someone."
"Looking for someone?!" The bartender grinned broadly. "Ha, miss, you've come to the right person if you're looking for someone. Who are you looking for? What does he look like? As long as I've seen him, I'll definitely remember."
"Him..." Bi Bi's eyes flickered, and she seriously shook her head. "I don't know."
The bartender: "..."
A brief silence fell over the scene.
But the bartender had seen plenty in his time and could keep things from becoming awkward. After a moment of silence, he asked, "It's fine if you don't know what he looks like. Does he have any distinguishing features?"
"I don't know that either," Bi Bi answered again.
The bartender's breathing caught. The veins at his temples bulged and throbbed. His face twisted, and he was nearly unable to maintain his expression as he stared wide-eyed at Bi Bi. If she had not been pretty enough, he really would have cursed out loud.
"You don't know what he looks like, and you don't know any of his features. Then how are you supposed to find him?" the bartender asked, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to be patient.
Bi Bi replied frankly, "I don't know, which is why I came to ask you."
"I..." The bartender was completely