"You've already had two; won't your teeth hurt if you eat more?" Enna Clark said, calling the waiter over. "One cup of Blue Mountain, no sugar, and another slice of strawberry cake."
"Alright, please wait a moment." The waiter wrote down the order and walked away.
Baron Lawrence and Paris Nicholson were staring at each other, both expressionless. Baron's lack of emotion was because he had no interest in the person in front of him, while Paris's blank face was purely due to his slow reactions and extreme inability to read social cues.
Faced with Baron's strong presence, Paris could still calmly sit opposite him and continue enjoying his pile of strawberries. You have to admit, sometimes being thick-skinned is a plus.
Enna, having finished ordering, saw the two of them still ignoring each other, rubbed her temples helplessly, and tried to mediate, "Why don't you talk?"
"By the way, Baron, why are you here? Where's everyone else?" She turned to ask the man beside her.
