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Calvin was pretty sure that Virgili was pretty bad at picking up girls.

A few ten minutes later, he and Virjili sat awkwardly in a restaurant called Lashevi, looking at each other across a small round table covered with a snow-white tablecloth. (He didn't know the exact name of the restaurant because the sign was a damn French line).

Calvin was wearing an old T-shirt, the advertising slogan on it had been peeled off and mottled due to too many washes, and his jeans had round bulges at the knees, and the white color faded from long-term wear. It's not trendy in any way.

And this restaurant, like all high-end French restaurants, has the air of sophistication that can easily give you a stomach ulcer.The warm-colored lighting shrouds the champagne-colored halo on the men and women one by one like stage spotlights, and the diners can hardly perceive the darkness of the entire restaurant.The melody of the violin shrouded the air lightly like mist, accompanied by the occasional sound of glass clinking and almost inaudible whispers.Both the waitresses and waitresses are thin and pale like mild hunger strikers, with platinum-blonde hair, starched white shirts, black bow ties, and they bow slightly when talking to Virgil.

Calvin watched Virgili communicate with the waiter in French with a blank face, and then he looked down at the menu delivered to him, it was still in fucking French.

This feels really absurd, as if the entire world of English speakers has suddenly become extinct - he thought idly, and then tried to ignore the gazes on him (although the gazes were extraordinarily secretive) ).

Calvin hated being the center of attention, but there was nothing he could do about it at this moment—his attire was too out of place with the rest of the restaurant.And after "intimately" helping Calvin figure out what those ghost things on the menu were, Vigilie actually turned his head and spoke to Calvin nervously.

"You don't look well? Are you feeling unwell?"

Calvin's mouth twitched.

"I just don't like this kind of place."

He said dryly, and after the words fell, Virgil's eyes quickly dimmed.

"Huh? Why—this is the best French restaurant in town, and I swear you'll love the foie gras caviar with beet jelly that David makes himself."

Virgili cautiously tries to redeem herself.

Calvin raised his eyebrows, Virgili's innocent expression made him finally decide to shut up and say nothing.

Probably the best French food here - but it's not where I should be.

Calvin thought to himself.

If it wasn't for Virgil, this is a place he would never step into in his life.Given his choice, he'd much rather sit in a 24-hour drive-thru and eat scrambled eggs with too many artificial flavors and frozen waffles.

In fact, Calvin was convinced by what the waiter served afterwards—the so-called best foie gras caviar with beet jelly tasted like fat wrapped in a hazel film and had a strange flavor. Fishy jelly.To tell the truth, Calvin thought that the dinner Histu had prepared for him the night before was ten thousand times better than the bird food.And even after stuffing all the food into his stomach, Calvin could still feel the emptiness in his stomach. (The grapefruit used as a side dish was so sour that it looked like it had just grown out of the ground), he subconsciously touched his pocket, an inexplicable anxiety made him extremely eager to smoke a cigarette for himself.

"I think I should go out for a while."

He said to Virgil.

Before Virgil could answer him, he pushed his chair away and stood up.The chair made a harsh "squeak" on the beautiful walnut floor, attracting almost everyone's attention.The diners turned their heads to look in Calvin's direction in shock, and after seeing Calvin's old T-shirt and jeans, they turned their heads back in unison as if their eyes were burned.

Calvin used the palm of his hand to brush back the hair that had slid down his cheeks.That's why he doesn't like fine dining restaurants, where even a guy in an old T-shirt and jeans is scared to death - Calvin almost laughs.

He walked slowly towards the door, and Virgili whispered behind him that the restaurant offers a smoking room, but Calvin just shrugged and pretended not to hear (he could use the ball he just ate). Jelly swears that the smoking room in the damn place is not his favorite place).However, when he was about to approach the gate, Calvin involuntarily stopped in his tracks when he glimpsed two people out of the corner of his eye.

It was a pair of father and daughter sitting in a corner - if a passer-by would probably think so when they saw those two people.

The man who is the "father" is about to be close to fifty, with a charcoal gray high-end suit and tie on his slightly chubby body. From this point of view, it is obviously a hairstyle done in a high-end hair salon).Sitting across from him was a girl in her teens, wearing a beautiful red dress, with a bow of the same color as the dress tied on her matted curly ginger hair.

They sat facing each other across a small white round table, with a huge round plate in front of them, and the amount of food on the plate was inversely proportional to the area of ​​the plate.The little girl kept her head down. She clumsily grasped the fork and picked among the beet leaves that had been carefully trimmed to the same size.And the man had been staring at the little girl tenderly, as if he wasn't offended by the latter's uneducated behavior.

Calvin's brows were tightly knit together.

He ignored the attendant who had already opened the door for him, turned a corner and walked straight towards the table.

"gentlemen?!"

A male waiter was startled, and he followed Calvin in a panic.

Calvin ignored him, his eyes were locked on the girl with her head bowed.

"Isa?!"

he shouted.

The girl raised her head immediately, and her eyes brightened instantly after seeing Calvin.

"Calvin!"

She happily shouted at Calvin with a voice that shouldn't be in this restaurant.Then she quickly jumped off the chair and rushed to Calvin like a little rabbit.

Calvin did not mistake her, this girl was Isa.

"Why are you here?"

She raised her head, grinned at Calvin, and asked.

However, in the face of Isa's smile, Calvin's face became even uglier. He frowned and moved his eyes from Isa to the middle-aged man across the round table.

"I should be the one asking you this sentence."

Calvin said to Isa, but his eyes never left the face of the middle-aged man—the man widened his eyes in shock and looked in Calvin's direction, obviously he didn't expect to meet acquaintance in the restaurant at all Isa's people.

"Sir, do you know each other right?"

The male waiter who was firmly attached to Calvin looked back and forth between Calvin and the man nervously and asked.

Oh, he can speak English now.

If it wasn't for being in a state of extreme tension, Calvin could hardly help but sarcastically.

The aura emanating from Calvin's body was cold and sharp, and the male waiter took a step forward frightenedly, blocking between the man and Calvin just right.

"Sir? Maybe you want to move to a bigger table with this gentleman and the little lady?"

The male waiter spoke tentatively.As a male waiter in a high-end restaurant, the last thing he likes to face is this kind of possible fight - after all, there shouldn't be a fight in a French restaurant.

"Isa?"

Once again, Calvin ignored the chattering male waiter. He carefully observed Isa's expression, and the more he observed him, the heavier his heart became.

Isa's joy when she first met Calvin was not fake, it was a kind of joy that couldn't be concealed after seeing a savior in suffering.Similarly, after asking Calvin, the stiffness and panic that appeared on Isa's face could not be concealed.

"Uh……"

The girl made meaningless noises, and Calvin knew it was because she was trying to piece together a plausible lie.

It was as if a cold, dark hand had suddenly grasped Calvin's heart.A well-dressed guy, a ghetto girl, suddenly showing up for lunch at a fancy restaurant?

Past experience made Calvin never able to let his guard down on certain things.At this moment, the memories churning in his mind almost made him unable to control his violent rage.

"Where is your mother?"

He continued to stare into Isa's eyes coldly and asked.

"Sir, sorry if you have any questions..."

The waiter's expression turned even worse.

On the contrary, the middle-aged man, who was a little panicked before, became sharp after reacting.

"Sorry, I don't know who you are, but you obviously interrupted my meal with Isa - and you have no right to press a girl about where her mother is."

He said to Calvin coldly.

"Calvin, what happened?"

At some point, Virgil also came to Calvin's side.He gave a slight nod to the sweaty waiter, who quickly took a step back to give him the seat next to Calvin.

Virgil pretended not to care and grabbed Calvin's wrist.After seeing Isa's face, he froze for a moment, then smiled at her.And when he saw the delicate cuff buttons pinned to the cuffs of the middle-aged man, a dark light quickly flashed across his eyes.

"Calm down, Calvin."

Virgil brought her lips to Calvin's ear and said softly.From this angle he could see the veins popping out of Calvin's neck from emotion.Virgil blinked and licked his lips uncontrollably.

"My mother she—"

Isa lowered her head in embarrassment under Calvin's gaze. She answered Calvin's question stiffly, but was interrupted by a hoarse female voice.

"God, am I drunk? Why am I here seeing public male whores in dirty bars?"

Calvin turned his head suddenly, and was a little shocked to see Isa's mother, Madeleine, appearing behind him.