Amidst the sound of raindrops hitting the glass, another half hour passed quickly. I decided not to wait any longer. If I waited any longer, I would be looking crazy instead of being kind.

Of course, I could also call her at the number she called me in the morning and ask her why she couldn't go to the appointment on time. However, thinking about it, I don't think it's necessary. I wasn't the one who lost the phone, so I shouldn't have been the one who was in a hurry.

I'm so enthusiastic about it, it seems like I have some agenda.

I don't have any objections to her breaking the date. I just treat it here to kill the endless boredom. In fact, the period of waiting is not boring at all. At least I have expectations in my heart. With expectations, all the waiting is worth it.

Yes, I have always thought so.

I picked up the red leather bag next to me and was about to leave, when a woman happened to come from the stairs, and our eyes met seamlessly.

Because of my work, I often interact with car models, and I see a lot of beauties with good figures and faces, but I was attracted to her when I first saw her, and couldn't help but take a few more looks.

It was already late autumn, but she was only wearing a thin black windbreaker. Although she was wearing a black windbreaker, it could not hide her elegance. Her expression was cold and indifferent, making it impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry, sad or happy, hazy.

The bright light reflected her fair face, which seemed real and illusory, not like a person in this world. If there was a standard for "beautiful as a fairy", it would be her.

"Do fairies also use mobile phones?", a ridiculous idea suddenly flashed in my mind, but this is obviously impossible. Where can a fairy come from in this world? There is no shortage of women more beautiful than her among all living beings, but her temperament

It is so unique. In this fast-paced and impetuous modern world, I can guarantee that no matter who meets her for the first time, they will have the same feeling as me.

We just looked at each other, and her eyes moved from my face to the small red leather bag in my hand. She looked at me again, this time with a questioning look.

I nodded affirmatively.

.........

She ordered a cup of mocha, and I still ordered a cup of black tea. We sat opposite each other by the window. The temperature difference between indoor and outdoor caused a layer of fog to form on the glass. The outside was very blurry, and we could only barely see the orange light emitted by the street lamp.

The rain was still falling.

The background music in the coffee shop suddenly changed to "If You Le**e Me Now" by a Chicago band. I listened and hummed along with the rhythm, but she remained silent and didn't even mention the bag. The atmosphere was a bit dull.

Since she is not in a hurry to ask for her wallet, I am happy to sit with her. After a boring day at work, having the opportunity to sit and drink coffee with such a beautiful woman is simply a god-given enjoyment, even though she regards me as nothing.

But it doesn't stop me from enjoying myself.

The music on the carousel was once again put on "IfYouLe**eMeNow", but there was very little communication between us. She seemed to be not good at words, which made the cold humor that I was good at useless.

I handed the small leather bag to her: "See if everything is complete inside."

"Thank you!" She took the bag but did not open it. She kept her original speed and took a sip of coffee calmly.

...........

"I think I can live alone, I think I can pretend that I have never loved, let my tears warm me in the cold night, I think I can get used to living alone, wipe your promise from my memory, love is a dream and I

Overslept..." After a while, the phone rang again.

The bell rang repeatedly, but she remained indifferent. She just looked out the window in confusion. When this confusion appeared on her face, it was a kind of alternative beauty that made people's hearts beat. For a moment, I had doubts about such a woman.

Are you also trapped by love?

The answer is yes. For a person with perfect love, who would pretend to be sad and use "Living Alone" as his cell phone ringtone?

"Your phone is ringing." I reminded her in a louder voice.

She finally came to her senses, but she still didn't look at the red leather bag containing the phone. She stared at me...

I felt a little uncomfortable. It was the first time since we met that she looked at me so intently. I wrapped the scarf that I had only wrapped once around my face three times, leaving only my eyes exposed. This was a very funny situation.

action, and at the same time muttered: "What are you looking at!"

My actions finally made her smile slightly, but the bright smile that was supposed to be bright disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a cold and confused expression.

The ringing of the phone finally stopped, and she still looked at me. I took out the phone from her purse, made an expression even more confused than hers, took a picture of myself with her phone, handed it to her, and said:

"Don't look at me like that... If you think I'm handsome, you can look at the photos on your phone later."

She ignored my slightly provocative behavior, just took the phone from my hand, and said nothing more.

I looked at her again, and it seemed that the word "cold" had been engraved on her face. After a long silence, I realized that it was time for me to leave, but deep down in my heart, I didn't want to leave, with such a beautiful woman.

Even staying together for a second feels like it's earned. What's more, this farewell may mean farewell forever, so I actually started to worry about gains and losses.

She didn't urge me to leave or talk to me, which made me very embarrassed. I suddenly despised myself. Could it be that I was really too scared to live alone and couldn't even walk when I saw a beautiful woman?

With strong self-contempt, I finally said to her with a heart: "I'm leaving."

"Um."

Her answer made me collapse. Saying a few more words will not affect your beauty. Why do you cherish words like gold? Could it be that I, Zhang Yixi, leave you speechless like this?

Full of frustration, I picked up the gloves on the table and prepared to leave. Before I left, I glanced at her from the corner of my eye. She still sat there in the same posture, looking out the window absently.

Cars coming and going.

........

In an instant, I went downstairs and stood in front of the coffee shop, ready to leave, but I couldn't help but glance into the coffee shop through the glass. Because of the fog, her figure was a little blurry...

...I smiled, but even more despised why I was so concerned and nostalgic for a strange woman. Could it be because she is beautiful? If this is the reason, I really have to find a piece of tofu to kill me, because I am so obsessed with beautiful women.

Losing immunity seems to me a very scary thing!

Just when I was condemning myself, a small piece of clear light suddenly appeared on the glass window of the coffee shop. She wiped away the fog on the glass with her hands, and our eyes were unexpectedly connected again.

I had already made up my mind to leave, but this scene happened. Was it fate or coincidence? What surprised me even more was that she didn't look away and kept looking at me.

"It must be fate, otherwise how could I have picked up her bag in the huge crowd?" When I thought about this, my mood suddenly improved, and I waved to her and motioned for her to come down.

My sudden move first stunned her, but she still made a gesture asking me to wait, and then I saw her stand up, pick up the bag in front of the table, and leave her seat.
Chapter completed!