The man, however, found Mabel Quinn somewhat interesting, "I actually wasn’t interested in you at first, but after hearing what you said, I’ve become a bit interested. You’re not bad-looking, and you’ll become a screenwriter, right? I hear screenwriters can make a decent salary. After a few years, you might be making ten thousand a month. By then, your family won’t ask for any bride price, right? Nowadays, anyone who asks for a bride price is practically selling their daughter. By the way, has your family mentioned what kind of dowry they’ll give you? I’ve got a house, but it’s not furnished. How about your family covers the renovation costs? As for whether you bring a car as part of the dowry, that’s up to you."
The man talked as if he were being very considerate.
Mabel Quinn was sweating heavily, seeing the other person genuinely wanting to have a "deep" conversation with her, she had to say, "Uh... actually, I already have a boyfriend."
"Alright, I know you’re just being shy..."
"I really do have a boyfriend," Mabel said. "And my boyfriend is taller than you, better looking than you, and he hasn’t asked me for anything, so you really don’t need to be interested in me. Maybe you should look elsewhere to see if there’s a woman more suitable for you."
The man got angry, "You women are so unrealistic, do you think..."
"Are you about to say, ’Do you think you can find a man better than me?’ But honestly, my boyfriend is way better than you in every aspect," Mabel replied, looking sincerely at him, because she was telling the absolute truth.
"You—" The man stood up, both angry and embarrassed, and dropped the line, "Never seen a woman like you before!"
"Oh, and don’t forget to pay for your coffee," Mabel reminded him.
The man paused in his steps before heading to the cashier counter, paid the bill, and quickly exited the restaurant.
Only then did Mabel Quinn let out a long sigh; this blind date was more exhausting than a battle.
"Didn’t expect to meet you again." A somewhat familiar voice came from the next table.
Mabel Quinn turned to see that sitting at the next table was the man she had encountered twice before, the one who had the eye pain attacks.
"It’s you! What a coincidence." She simply sat down at his table and said, "Oh, last time when we left, I forgot to ask your name. My name is Mabel Quinn, what’s yours?"
Of course, he already knew her name, but—"You want to know my name?"
"Of course, we’ll be working in the same crew later. By June or so, I’ll be joining the crew," Mabel said, mistaking him for a member of the film crew.
Daniel Harris paused for a moment, then said, "Harry Xenakis."
"That’s a nice-sounding name," Mabel said.
"Why didn’t you just tell him you had a boyfriend from the start instead of putting yourself down?" Daniel Harris asked with amused interest, having overheard her exchange earlier and couldn’t help but laugh.
How long had it been since he had laughed like that unintentionally?
"After all, it’s a blind date kindly arranged by my colleague. If I said it at the start, it would make my colleague uncomfortable," Mabel explained. If events hadn’t unfolded as they did, she probably wouldn’t have been so direct.
"Do you really have a boyfriend?" Daniel Harris asked.