Summer Thorne looked away, then couldn't help but glance at Timothy York again.
No matter how she looked at it, Timothy York and this restaurant were a complete mismatch. 'Would someone like him really not be put off by the food and utensils here?' she even wondered.
Timothy York met her gaze. Though his eyes held no answers, they were filled with a calm openness.
In that instant, Summer Thorne couldn't help but think, 'Maybe, right here and now, he'd answer anything I asked him?'
But the thought was fleeting. The next moment, the shop owner, a man in his seventies, brought two bowls of wontons to their table.
Perhaps worried they wouldn't want to use the restaurant's chopsticks, he also brought them two pairs of disposable ones.
Summer Thorne had never been a fan of disposable chopsticks, so she chose a pair of wooden ones from the holder on the table.
To her surprise, Timothy York made the same choice.
