"Oscar, have you been waiting long?" The female companion naturally walked towards Oscar Winston, gently asking.
Cherish Turner held her drooping hands and casually interlocked them, coming to sit quietly by William Griffith's side. There was still some distance between them, about one meter. She lowered her head and said nothing.
Oscar gently patted his female companion's shoulder, and she immediately fell silent. Her peach blossom eyes concealed their brilliance, and she looked at Cherish Turner, introducing herself for the first time, "Miss Turner, I'm Oscar Winston."
Cherish was confused by his sudden words and nodded toward him. Even though he hadn't introduced himself, and William hadn't introduced him either, she had learned his name—Oscar Winston—from his female companion's call and the waiter's address.
The female companion stood up, took a business card from her bag, walked back to Cherish Turner, and handed it to her.