Eve was about to finish her coffee when she finally saw Pierre walking into the restaurant.
He looked just like the last time she saw her; messy.
Patchy beards, unkempt hair, typical dirty jeans and flannel shirt, and most importantly, an obvious beer belly.
Pierre had always been messy, and Eve simply refused to 'take care' of him like he was a baby. He didn't even have a job. How come he had all the time in this world and still couldn't take care of his appearance?
Of course, Eve never said any of this right to his face. However, she couldn't help her facial expression whenever she saw Pierre lounging on the sofa with his phone all day.
He was doing absolutely nothing, and it was outrageous for a disciplined woman like Eve.
Pierre saw Eve at the corner of his eyes and hurriedly walked to her table and sat facing her. He looked nervous and didn't dare to look Eve in the eyes.
"H-have you been waiting long?" Pierre asked.
