After Manuel Ink went in, he found a spot by the window, sat down, and picked up the menu to order by himself.
Summer Sutton followed him in and sat down on the chair opposite him.
Manuel Ink's attention was on the menu, casually flipping through it, not speaking.
Summer Sutton felt a lot of guilt towards him, her head hanging low the entire time.
The atmosphere between the two was somewhat awkward.
In fact, there were several other tables occupied in the restaurant, with soft music flowing, audible throughout the entire space, so it wasn't really quiet.
However, for Summer Sutton at this moment, it felt as if the whole world had quieted down.
Outside the window, the snow seemed to be falling heavier.
After finishing his order, Manuel Ink handed the menu to the waiter and finally turned his gaze to Summer Sutton's face.
Under his gaze, Summer Sutton lifted her face, feeling a bit awkward.
