The afternoon sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Time Corner cafe, casting tiny specks of light on the latte art in front of me. I lowered my head to check the screen of my phone for the hundredth time - it was two fifty-eight in the afternoon, two minutes before the agreed three o'clock.
"Lin Wanxing, you must be crazy." I whispered to myself, unconsciously rubbing the warm wall of the cup with my fingertips.
Otherwise, why would you agree to your best friend Shen Qinghuan to meet this blind date who is said to have "ridiculously good conditions"?
Qing Huan's original words are still echoing in her ears: "Wanxing, believe me, this person is definitely the best resource you can meet in your life. Although he said he was forced to go on a blind date by his family, what if? What if we fall in love? Isn't your food blogger account just in need of inspiration? It's a good idea to go see what 'the best in the world' is!"
I sighed. As a little transparent food blogger with just over 50,000 followers, I do need a little fresh excitement in my life - but not through blind dates.
The door of the cafe was pushed open.
The wind chimes made a crisp sound.
