Woman 3 wore glasses and had chin-length short hair. Her perfume was noticeably lighter than that of Woman 1 and Woman 2, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible scent of jasmine and roses.
Xiang Kun felt that if he were more familiar with perfume, he might have been able to identify the brand and type directly, then use that to judge the price and the target's spending power.
Woman 3 had her back to him, so he could not see her face. She was constantly typing on her laptop, and from the portion of the upper-left corner of the screen not blocked by her head, he could tell that she was writing a Word document.
With Xiang Kun's eyesight, he could clearly make out several lines on the left side of her document.
He could roughly determine that she was writing a novel.
In other words, she was a freelance writer? A professional ghostwriter?
Xiang Kun suddenly wanted to find out what she was writing and figure out her pen name.
He hesitated over whether to change seats and sit diagonally behind her, where he could more conveniently peek at her screen from afar.
But before he could move, Woman 3 stood up first.
Xiang Kun was delighted. He had been thinking that he could finally get a look at the Word document in full screen. With his memory, a few seconds would have been enough to memorize the whole page.
But before leaving her seat, Woman 3 simply closed her laptop...
Mm, good habit.
She was not heading to the restroom, but to the counter. She ordered a few more things—a plain pancake and a walnut fruit salad—and paid by scanning with Alipay.
Xiang Kun muttered to himself, "She can really eat... Oh, right, it's almost noon already."
When she