"Mr. 2567?"
Although Ann Rutledge Oken phrased it as a question, she had already pulled out a chair and sat down a moment later.
Every movement was gentle and courteous, without a single loud sound. Even the way she sat was graceful and natural, like a painting.
Everyone around her watched, spellbound.
Qin Ran, however, seemed oblivious. He stuffed the last piece of his burger into his mouth, chewed hard a few times, then picked up the orange juice beside him and drained it.
At once, the gazes Ann Rutledge Oken had drawn from those around them turned strange.
No one said anything, but their expressions alone were enough for Qin Ran to understand what they were thinking.
Qin Ran did not care in the slightest.
In his eyes, a bunch of unfamiliar locals were worth less than the napkin in his hand.
At least the napkin could wipe his mouth.
"Yes."
Qin Ran nodded.
Then he adjusted his posture.
He leaned back against the chair, his hands loosely clasped over his crossed legs.
"How about we make a deal?"
That was what Qin Ran said.
"Of course!"
"That's exactly why I'm here!"
Ann Rutledge Oken spoke with a smile.
Her smile was positively dazzling. The café waiter who had just approached them dropped the pen in his hand without even realizing it.
Clack!
At the crisp sound, the waiter flushed crimson and bent down to pick up his pen.
But Ann Rutledge Oken picked it up first and handed it to him.
"Could I have a cup of black coffee?"
Ann Rutledge Oken asked with a polite smile.
"Certainly, ma'am!"
The waiter accepted the pen almost humbly, gratitude filling his embarrassed expression.
Qin Ran watched the scene from across the table.
He did not speak until the waiter had