Molly sat down and watched Christopher as he walked to the ordering area with long legs.
As he stood there, his tall, straight figure attracted much attention.
He was talking with the stand owner. Based on what she had known about him, Molly guessed he was asking about the price and the way to choose dishes.
After that, he slowly rolled up his sleeves and picked up the dishes on the plate.
There was a lot of space for several customers to get what they wanted at the same time. But perhaps it was because he looked powerful, other customers all stood behind him. It seemed that they wanted to get their dishes after Christopher left.
So she wasn't the only one who was afraid of him.
She wasn't a coward. She sat back just because Christopher was overwhelming.
After Christopher got several dishes, he turned around. But people behind him took half a step back because of his look. He finally realized that they were waiting for him to leave. So he quickly took some more dishes and left.
Christopher looked over in her direction when he turned around.
Molly withdrew her gaze. She took out her phone, pretending that she wasn't peeking at him.
She didn't look up until she felt his gaze had shifted away.
Smoke from the grill charcoal made Christopher's brows pull together. He headed back.
He looked like a noble king coming to a slum. Molly felt it funny.
Christopher still frowned when he came back. Obviously, it was not a good experience.
Perhaps he had never been to such a place before.
Molly pulled out a napkin. She observed Christopher's reaction while she slowly wiped the table.
"Do you want something to drink?" Christopher suddenly looked up at her.
"Drink?" Molly shook his head. "No. How about you?"
She just finished dinner not long ago, so she wasn't hungry at all. And there was no room for any drink in her stomach.
"No." Christopher looked at her, his eyebrows became flat.
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