"No way," Daniel Carter explained earnestly, "In the Carter family, our food, clothing, and daily items aren't excessively luxurious, nor do we insist on only using big brands. As long as we like something, it fits our tastes, even if it's an item found in a street shop, it's considered a treasure."
I was amazed in my heart, nodding repeatedly as I looked at him.
The waiter brought coffee, interrupting our conversation.
I took a few sips of hot cocoa, feeling greatly satisfied, my emotions settled a bit, and I was no longer as tense and nervous.
Thinking about the problem that had troubled me for days, I put down the coffee cup and asked curiously, "Mr. Carter, how did you... find me on Sunday night?"
Daniel Carter sipped his black coffee and responded slowly after swallowing, "It was a coincidence that day. I was picking someone up and happened to run into you."
I see...
