Quinn glanced at Beau Reed, completely at a loss for words.
However, Mary Douglas seemed fine afterward.
She ate cake, drank coffee, and occasionally formally asked about how the two of them were doing recently.
Except for the initially sharp words, she was later so normal that no one could find fault.
If there was something to point out, it was only that she never put down her phone a few times.
But the more she behaved this way, the stranger it felt to both Quinn and Beau.
"Do you come here often?"
Beau asked lightly as he watched her finish the cake in front of her.
Mary Douglas pulled at the corners of her lips, "Mm."
"... This place is indeed nice."
Mary took a sip of coffee and leaned back in her chair, "Mm."
Beau pursed his lips, and the atmosphere grew silent.
Quinn looked at him with some concern.
All these years, he has always looked down on others, and it was impossible for him to start a conversation with anyone voluntarily.
