Moller
Although Dr. Moller had been hurrying him, Li Bai still took his time and stuck to his own pace. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, freshened up, changed clothes, then went to the restaurant for breakfast, chewing slowly and savoring his food as part of a healthy lifestyle.
By the time he met Dr. Moller, who had been waiting in the hotel lobby for ages, an hour had already passed.
"Stupid pig Moller!"
Li Bai wore a casual white suit. He greeted him offhandedly, then ordered an Italian latte.
Milk and coffee went together about as well as stinky tofu and whiskey. Bonjour!
By then, Dr. Moller, who had waited until the daylilies had wilted, had long since lost his initial enthusiasm. He gave Li Bai a reluctant greeting.
Why bother with coy little games now?!
The mood for that had completely passed.
In the game of human relations, whoever lost their patience first was the one who lost.
After all, Li Bai had only told him he would come by sometime in the next couple of days. Dr. Moller had found out which hotel he was staying at through his own channels, and learned of his arrival not long after he checked in. That early-morning phone call had been entirely unsolicited.
No wonder Li Bai hadn't let himself be rushed. He wasn't some nobody who could be summoned at a moment's notice and dismissed just as easily!
Researchers weren't especially skilled at handling social niceties, after all. They didn't need to rely on them to make a living.
After watching Li Bai take a couple of sips of coffee, Dr. Moller ventured, "Are you ready to set off?"
Li Bai said unhurriedly, "Wait a little longer!"
He glanced toward the restaurant. Of course, he hadn't come