"At a quarter past eleven in the morning."
Gu Jin was surprised: "You remember it so clearly?"
The waitress nodded vigorously: "Just fifteen more minutes after that, we would start serving lunch, so I remember it particularly well."
Gu Jin nodded gently and continued to examine the room: "Was there anything unusual when they left?"
The waitress was silent for a while, then shook her head: "No, it was just like when they arrived—dressed meticulously, just a bit fierce-looking, nothing else."
Her words came haltingly, and Gu Jin could even detect a hint of uncertainty in her tone.
Gu Jin withdrew her gaze from examining the room, glanced at the waitress, and asked, "Do you still remember what they looked like?"
"..."
The waitress's face showed a dazed expression.
She couldn't answer the question.
Even though she had served them just last night, now their faces seemed very hazy to her, and she couldn't even begin to describe them.
