I saw her again in the afternoon a few months later. That day, the sun was very bright, there was a lazy rattan sofa, and the enticing aroma of coffee, I lazily leaned on a cushion and read a novel. Suddenly, a red sports car suddenly stopped on the side of the road two meters away from me. I looked up through the floor-to-ceiling glass with slight annoyance and saw a fashionably dressed young woman getting out of the car. As soon as she entered the cafe, she shouted: "waiter!" I saw her profile. In the distance, she was talking to the waiter, her scarlet mouth opening and closing under her sunglasses. The business of this cafe has always been very good, perhaps because it is the only cafe in the bustling center, or perhaps because the proprietress is a genuine British person. But what I love is that the flower and fruit tea here is delicious, and watching the people coming and going through the floor-to-ceiling glass reminds me of the time I watched tropical fish with him. She seemed to have argued with the waiter and she was very angry. I went back and flipped through the novel and continued reading my tropical fish. Even I don't know whether I'm reading a novel or watching tropical fish. Bored or bored is the best way to describe it.