Old Welch's Seventh Restaurant.
It's exactly lunchtime, and the restaurant is bustling with people.
Alice had called ahead to reserve a spot on her way over, but Eason Chalmers arrived faster than her and was already seated, waiting.
The restaurant is an old establishment with no private rooms; tables are neatly arranged in rows, and due to the lunchtime crowd, some tables are shared.
The aroma of food fills the room, accompanied by lively chatter and laughter, tantalizing everyone's appetite.
Most of the diners are local office workers, and those with dyed hair have chosen subdued colors. Eason's pink hair easily stands out, along with his striking appearance, prompting a quiet discussion among the opposite sex dining in the restaurant.
When Alice walked in, four young women seated by the door were discussing Eason, saying he's handsome, even better looking than certain celebrities, and speculating about who he's waiting for—perhaps a girlfriend?
Girlfriend?
