Watching Selina go away until the car disappeared, Wendy Cassia turned around. The breeze blew her bangs. She casually raised her hand to rub the back behind her ear and said with a bright smile, "Let's go, Louis."
Wendy put her index finger on her chin and raised her head slightly, as if she was a little annoyed. "I'll treat you to dinner, but please let me think about it carefully. Steak red wine or spaghetti?"
Before Louis Wellington could say anything, Wendy denied herself, "Oh, no, no. It's too old-fashioned."
"We should have a better choice." Wendy said playfully, pointing ahead. "Come with me. I think I should thank you."
Louis shrugged his shoulders and opened the door of the passenger seat. "Please."
The man even considerately put his hand on the roof of the car to prevent her from accidentally bumping her head. It was not a perfect date. Louis defined this meal as a date, and it was the ambiguity that they all knew.