Pettifogging man.
Is it necessary?
It's still raining outside, the night sky is pitch black, and you can't see your five fingers.
The wind is strong, making the branches tremble, and leaves fall endlessly.
"Miss Yale, where do you live? We can drive you," the waiter said with a smile.
Jasmine Yale stood at the restaurant door, looking outside.
The rain is really heavy, and so is the wind.
The road is bustling with vehicles, flowing ceaselessly.
The restaurant's interior is completely different from the outside; inside, it's peaceful and comfortable, while outside, it's chaotic and swaying, as if it's the end of the world.
It's a bit cold as soon as you step out, it seems the temperature is dropping.
"Thank you for the trouble," Jasmine Yale said, having no umbrella, making it impossible to return home.
"You're welcome, it's our duty."
