Amelia Clarke looked at the tall figure blocking the way in front of her, and after zoning out for a moment, she came back to her senses. While Owen Moreland was not paying attention, she silently slipped away.
After Owen Moreland exchanged pleasantries with the middle-aged man, he turned around only to find that the young girl had already disappeared without a trace.
He smiled with a curve of his lips, a look of helplessness in his eyes as he made his way to the restroom with his long strides.
It dawned on the middle-aged man rather belatedly why the young beauty had looked so familiar to him earlier. There was a rumor within his Circle that Owen Moreland had a twenty-year-old fiancée, whom he had never had the chance to meet. He had only seen Owen with a girl from a distance once at the entrance of a shopping mall.
That girl's figure and silhouette, very similar to the one of the waitress he had just met.
