"Their stir-fried greens are amazing..."
The girl eagerly started chatting with Nora Scott.
Pedro Langley and the other guy let them take the lead, but when they exchanged glances, the atmosphere felt a bit awkward.
After sitting for a few minutes, snowflakes suddenly started drifting outside, the cold wind sweeping the snow through the secluded alley, yet the guests at the few tables outside continued to chatter, smoke, drink, and feast, seemingly unaffected.
In the midst of the swirling smoke and joyful laughter were elderly people, middle-aged individuals, women, and children, unknowingly forming a barrier against the wind and snow. Behind this layer, their own laughter and whispers, with their eyes and brows, revealed joy either for life or the holidays.
"Are you adjusting?"
After ordering, Nora Scott abruptly asked Pedro Langley.
Pedro Langley retracted his gaze from outside the glass door and replied, "It's okay."
