Today is my ninth day at this work bar. I am just an ordinary waiter and trainee store manager.
The story begins five days ago. It was a dark and windy night, and two good-looking girls came to the store. After placing the order, I took the order to deliver the cups. The one in red asked me how much half a dozen wines were. I didn't notice their appearance at this time. I said six bottles. They looked quite elegant and clean. The word "quiet as a virgin" couldn't describe her better.