But such things, for him, might seem like child’s play, and he might not accept it.
Kyle Kinston raised an eyebrow, looking at Mabel Quinn, then smiled and said, "Okay, if you want it, then write it down."
The dishes came quickly. While they ate, Mabel Quinn would introduce the dishes, and if any dish had a story, she would explain it to him.
This surprised Kyle Kinston a bit, "You actually know quite a bit."
"Because in screenwriting, you sometimes have to research a lot, so you end up learning a lot of miscellaneous things," said Mabel Quinn.
The meal was quite enjoyable, and after they finished eating, Mabel Quinn asked the waiter for two sticky notes, giving one to Kyle Kinston and keeping one for herself.
She wrote on her sticky note, "I hope to dine here once every year with the person I like."
After finishing her note, she looked up to see Kyle Kinston also finished his, so she hurried over to see what he wrote. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel-fire.ɴet
On Kyle Kinston’s sticky note, it read, "No matter how many years pass, I’ll always remember this day."
Kyle Kinston’s handwriting was beautiful, exuding a kind of grand atmosphere, but what left her stunned wasn’t his handwriting but the meaning behind his words.
Today was no longer his birthday, yet he still wrote such a sentence. If they had celebrated his birthday here last night, would his smile have been more pronounced?
Mabel Quinn asked the shop assistant for some tape and stuck the two sticky notes to the wall beside the table where they dined.
"In that case, I’ll have to accompany you here every day from now on," Kyle Kinston leaned in and whispered in her ear.
She tilted her head slightly, "You don’t want to?"
"No, I’d be delighted," he said.
After leaving the restaurant, the two strolled along the pedestrian street. After lunch, walking and looking around, the warm early winter sunlight fell on them, creating an indescribable comfort.
Today wasn’t a weekend, so the pedestrian street wasn’t too crowded.
They walked along the pedestrian street, had some drinks, and then visited an art exhibition. However, from Mabel Quinn’s limited perspective, she couldn’t see the appeal, whereas Kyle Kinston truly grasped the artistic conception and even explained the meaning of the art to Mabel Quinn. Even the artist at the exhibition, after listening to Kyle Kinston’s words, considered him a kindred spirit, saying that Kyle had completely understood the real meaning of his paintings and wanted to discuss art topics further with him.
After chatting with Kyle Kinston for a while, the artist greatly admired his insights on art, even suspecting that Kyle Kinston was a hidden master in the art world, which made Mabel Quinn break into a cold sweat.
However, she was genuinely surprised. She didn’t expect Kyle Kinston to have such knowledge about art. Fortunately, the artist didn’t recognize Kyle Kinston’s identity, or it might have caused a bigger sensation.
After leaving the exhibition hall, Mabel Quinn stared intently at Kyle Kinston.
"What are you looking at?" Kyle Kinston raised an eyebrow and asked.
"I feel you’re amazing. If you weren’t in business, you’d excel in other fields as well. Just like the artist said, if you entered the art world, you could become a great painter."
"It’s not that easy. I just read a few books about art out of boredom in the past," Kyle Kinston said casually, "Besides, I don’t regret going into business. The business world is like a battlefield, and sometimes it’s quite interesting. In fact, if I hadn’t retired back then and continued being a soldier, maybe I’d be even better off."