"By the way, Miss Jessie, why are you sitting here?" Heath looked at Miss Jessie in front of him, still feeling a little unused to it. Although his food truck had been designed this way, so it was actually quite normal for customers to sit here, Heath really hadn't encountered many customers who actually chose this spot. After all, it was very close to the kitchen; someone with good eyesight could even see Heath's eyelashes. Generally, customers who weren't extremely outgoing rarely chose this seat, yet to his surprise, Miss Jessie had sat right here.
What was more, Miss Jessie kept watching Heath curiously as she ate her hot dry noodles. Although quite a few people had looked at him that way lately, Heath still wasn't entirely used to it. Miss Jessie's gaze was especially direct, which made him even less comfortable. After all, who wanted to look up while washing a bowl and find someone watching them?
Still, Heath didn't fall into any of those classic misunderstandings from his previous life, such as assuming that someone had fallen for him just because they glanced at him.
"Huh? Because it's warm here." Miss Jessie looked up at Heath in puzzlement. Heath paused, then took out his phone and checked it. It was sunny today, with a temperature of twenty-six degrees, and it was already past one in the afternoon, so a large temperature difference between morning and evening wasn't a factor either. For a moment, Heath couldn't work out what was going on with Miss Jessie. Then he noticed a rather blissed-out look in her eyes.
How should he put it? It was as if Miss Jessie had suddenly gotten high.
"Miss Jessie, are you feeling sick?" Heath asked her in confusion. This was midday, the hottest part of the