Waiting for Nightfall

It did not take long. After crossing only a few blocks, Tang Bing led Fang Ran to a stop outside a restaurant near the supermarket where they worked part-time, its door hung with a wooden sign in ornate English lettering.

"Is a place like this really enough? Junior, you don't have to be so considerate of me. It'd be fine to pick somewhere more expensive."

Seeing that it was this kind of place, Fang Ran guessed that Tang Bing, who was sensitive about money and social matters, probably did not want him spending too much.

He looked at her somewhat helplessly and spoke, only to see Tang Bing, who was already about to push the door open, retort with an indignant expression.

"What's wrong with cheap! Does cheap mean it can't be good! Who told you cheap food definitely tastes bad! I'm telling you, this place has amazing reviews for its steak, smoked meat, and Smoked Fish Sandwiches!"

"Alright, alright. I'll listen to you."

Watching her look like the embodiment of a value-for-money warrior, Fang Ran helplessly sighed and spread his hands, putting on the classic boyfriend-shopping-with-his-girlfriend attitude of, "Sure, sure, whatever you say," before following her inside.

Wooden chairs stood around square dining tables covered with crisp white tablecloths, while elegant, orderly lamps hung from above. The customers chatted and laughed quietly at their own tables.

He was no longer the inexperienced boy from back then. Compared to the Sea Island villa he had stayed in not long ago, this could only be considered modest. Still, he was rather surprised by the small yet lovely interior when he entered.

"I'll have this, this, this, this, and these two. Two of each. For drinks, iced cola, and if they don't have that, Iced Coffee. Anyway, something cold."

After finding a